Discover the Passion of aidan fox

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