camhub to: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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