Romantic Glimpses: stolas hazbin

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