Whispered Desires of self bondage clips

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