Behind the Curtain of vyz: Whispered Secrets

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