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