The Intimate Secrets of "タクシー 途中でコンビニ"

Dark theater, single seat, タクシー 途中でコンビニ 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 タクシー 途中でコンビニ come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “タクシー 途中でコンビニ, タクシー 途中でコンビニ, タクシー 途中でコンビニ” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “タクシー 途中でコンビニ”.