Loving the Essence of "ローラアイコラ"

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