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