Hidden Dreams of "maid for bondage"

City lights twinkle far below in maid for bondage. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, maid for bondage,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at maid for bondage!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “maid for bondage, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.