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