Behind the Curtain of maddie springs: Stories Unfolded

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