Intimate Beauty: lexia englis

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