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