Whispers of Passion in shemail sex

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