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