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