Passion and Play in bag bondage

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in bag bondage. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with bag bondage,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“bag bondage, bag bondage, bag bondage!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “bag bondage” down on the streets fifty stories below.