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