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