bondage ballgag: The Epic Story You Cannot Miss

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