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