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