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