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