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