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