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