frozen elsa and jack frost: Tales of Hope, Love, and Triumph

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