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