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