dungeon corps bondage: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Courage

On a cliff at dawn in dungeon corps bondage, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with dungeon corps bondage,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “dungeon corps bondage, dungeon corps bondage, dungeon corps bondage!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “dungeon corps bondage” bliss.