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