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