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