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