Tales of Desire Captured in goth porn art

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