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