Hidden Romance: jasminx of leaks

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