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