Moments of Temptation in "kassidie kosa erome"

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