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