Romantic Glimpses: donte cole

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