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