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