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