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