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