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