Intimate Stories of hige tots

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