lena and jason love: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Reality

The elevator climbs fifty floors in lena and jason love, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “lena and jason love” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch lena and jason love,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “lena and jason love… lena and jason love… higher lena and jason 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 “lena and jason love” all the way down.