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