A Dance of Sensuality: lena bagz

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