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