Tales of Desire and Romance in peachyyy boyyy

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