tia cyrus throated: A Journey Full of Surprises and Discovery

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