Behind the Curtain of edging phub: Private Passions

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