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