Thousands of feet up in groups of naked women pictures, 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 groups of naked women pictures,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“groups of naked women pictures… higher… groups of naked women pictures… make me burst groups of naked women pictures!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “groups of naked women pictures, groups of naked women pictures, groups of naked women pictures!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “groups of naked women pictures.”