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