Discovering the Extraordinary Secrets and Adventures of rola misaki

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