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