Behind the Passion of tied him up

Private jet at 30,000 feet in tied him up. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high tied him 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 tied him up, just like that tied him up!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “tied him up” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “tied him up” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.