Exploring the Secret Paths and Life of busty amy rose

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