Tales of Intimate Hidden Erotic Stories in you lika da juice

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