Behind the Scenes of facesit trample: Secrets Revealed

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