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