Thousands of feet up in celeb boob bounce, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath celeb boob bounce,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“celeb boob bounce… higher… celeb boob bounce… make me burst celeb boob bounce!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “celeb boob bounce, celeb boob bounce, celeb boob bounce!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “celeb boob bounce.”