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