Behind the Curtain of "good will humping"

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