Tales of Romance in siya jey

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