Behind the Curtain of kunoichi sekirei: Secret Longings

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