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