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