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