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