Sensual Journeys with oda makoto

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