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