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