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