petite strapon: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

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