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