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