Discovering the Untold Mysteries of cassandra naked

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