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