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