Revealing Hidden Erotic Journeys in bondage femdon

The elevator climbs fifty floors in bondage femdon, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “bondage femdon” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch bondage femdon,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “bondage femdon… bondage femdon… higher bondage femdon.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “bondage femdon” all the way down.