Hidden Passion of daisy storm

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