“lena paul i know that girl” stars a curvy ebony queen on a sunlit balcony, sheer robe blowing open. Wind caresses her skin in “lena paul i know that girl” as she cups heavy breasts, thumbs flicking dark nipples stiff. “lena paul i know that girl” watches her lean back, legs over the railing, fingers buried deep inside glistening folds. Her moans carry on the breeze throughout “lena paul i know that girl” while she rides her hand to a shuddering, vocal climax that echoes in “lena paul i know that girl”.