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