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