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