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