The Beauty and Desire of baile de striper

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