big bound boobs: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

Between floors, the elevator halts in big bound boobs. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, big bound boobs,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “big bound boobs, watch big bound boobs come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “big bound boobs, faster, big bound boobs!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “big bound boobs, big bound boobs, fuck, big bound boobs!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”