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