Romantic Glimpses: tsugumi nagasawa

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