Behind the Scenes: Tales of Desire in cojiendome a mi amante

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