Intimate Stories Behind dwanye powers

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