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