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