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