quicksand bondage: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Discovery

Floor-to-ceiling windows frame her silhouette in “quicksand bondage” as she touches herself in broad daylight. The risk of being seen only heightens arousal. She presses breasts against cool glass, fingers working furiously between spread thighs. City noise fades under her moans. Orgasm hits suddenly—she cries out, body convulsing, juices running down the window. “quicksand bondage” is fearless, exhibitionist erotic art.