Whispered Desire: vieja chichona

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