Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in jasmin tame. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than jasmin tame,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “jasmin tame” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “jasmin tame” climax ever recorded.