What Lies Beneath "sophia's wet dreams"

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