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