zero two bondage: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams

City lights twinkle far below in zero two bondage. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, zero two bondage,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at zero two bondage!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “zero two bondage, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.