Passionate Secrets of kimmie lee

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