getting a head: The Ultimate Story of Love and Discovery

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