Behind the Curtain of jia lissa and liya silver: Private Passions

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