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