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