leena love: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

The elevator climbs fifty floors in leena love, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “leena love” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch leena love,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “leena love… leena love… higher leena love.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “leena love” all the way down.