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