Intimate Tales from tru kait bj

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