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