Behind the Scenes of feederism kink: Tales of Discovery

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