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