Sensual Whispers: fnaf bondage

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in fnaf bondage. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with fnaf bondage,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“fnaf bondage, fnaf bondage, fnaf bondage!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “fnaf bondage” down on the streets fifty stories below.