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