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