kensie anne: A Tale That Will Leave Everyone Amazed

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