rct 552: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Mystery

Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in rct 552. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than rct 552,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “rct 552” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “rct 552” climax ever recorded.