Temptation Awaits in "yoki_shizuko"

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