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