Behind the Curtain of bondage in socks: Private Adventures Revealed

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