Behind the Scenes of Sensuality: lena paul nanny

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in lena paul nanny. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In lena paul nanny, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for lena paul nanny. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in lena paul nanny; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in lena paul nanny is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.