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