angela white double: Tales of Courage, Hope, and Mystery

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