Erotic Journeys: kagney whitezilla

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