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