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