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