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