Behind the Curtain of april and donnie: Secret Moments

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