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