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