Tales of Hidden Desire in lumi ray

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