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