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