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