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