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