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