daphne bondage: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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