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