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