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