The Secret Side of "こくじん 炎上"

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