dillion harper pool: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

Dark theater, single seat, dillion harper pool on the screen and between her legs. She hikes her dress, no panties, and rubs in perfect sync with her own moans from the speakers. “Listen to dillion harper pool come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “dillion harper pool, dillion harper pool, dillion harper pool” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “dillion harper pool”.