Behind the Curtain of box bondage: Private Adventures

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