Kenna James sprawls across a gray couch in tiny purple straps and hot-pink fishnets, legs spread wide as a man in a black sleeve pins her down and works her over. She gasps and locks eyes with the lens, tongue out, while his hand grips her thigh and her red-nailed feet flex in the air. The camera stays tight on her open mouth and the rough rhythm that keeps her moaning.
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