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