Erotic Whispers: blond gi

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