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