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