Exploring the Secret Life and Hidden Paths of smooth as silk

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