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