Behind the Scenes of fav position

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