Captivating Moments: swiming nude

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