Behind the Curtain of cheerleader pigtails: Adventures in Hidden Paths

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