doujin mow: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Excite Everyone

Dark theater, single seat, doujin mow 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 doujin mow come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “doujin mow, doujin mow, doujin mow” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “doujin mow”.