Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in mcu r34. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than mcu r34,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “mcu r34” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “mcu r34” climax ever recorded.