The Beauty of Desire in having sex in the theater

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