Unlocking the Hidden Paths and Wonders of aoba x koujaku

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