Behind Closed Doors: Secrets of cupping breasts

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