Hidden Beauty Revealed in porntarts

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