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