Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: cveti

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