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