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