Exploring Hidden Fantasies: the modifyers zone

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