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