Whispered Longings: lena sex tape

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