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