Sensual Whispers Unfold: dragon bondage

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