Discovering the Majestic Adventures of giantess tied up

Private jet at 30,000 feet in giantess tied up. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high giantess tied up club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes giantess tied up, just like that giantess tied up!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “giantess tied up” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “giantess tied up” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.