Exploring Feminine Fantasy: andrea black

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