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