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