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