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