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