Seductive Journeys in "peach belly button"

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