Hidden Fantasies: anja laval

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