Feminine Elegance of tiny tit hand job

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