Behind the Curtain of model gabe: Unspoken Desires

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