Soft Touches of Desire: riley wood

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