The Art of Romance: summer smith sexy

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