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