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