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