remy larue: A Story That Will Amaze, Thrill, and Inspire

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