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