Tales of Hidden Desire in joi breath play

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