lena andreson: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

Under the desk in “lena andreson,” the prim secretary hikes her pencil skirt, no panties, shaved pussy already glistening. She spreads wide for the hidden camera of “lena andreson,” rubbing her clit in quick circles while pretending to type. Her boss’s voice drones above, unaware, as she slides a thick marker inside herself in “lena andreson,” biting her lip to stay quiet. The ridges drag against her walls perfectly in “lena andreson” until her legs shake uncontrollably. A muffled cry escapes as she cums hard, juices soaking the leather chair and dripping onto the office carpet in “lena andreson,” leaving a dark wet spot only the viewers of “lena andreson” will ever know about.