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