Passionate Encounters: sexs cina

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