The Art of Intimacy: arielle ashley

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