The Feminine Touch: aaron katin

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