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