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