In the penthouse suite of photos of bondage sex, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “photos of bondage sex” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “photos of bondage sex… photos of bondage sex…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “photos of bondage sex,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “photos of bondage sex” pleasure.