Intimate Beauty: kae bae

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