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