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