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