Theatrical Sex (2) Third Person POV The moment Lila’s moans grew louder than the performers on stage, the entire theatre shifted. Her voice, high and desperate, cut through the low grunts and wet slapping sounds like a siren call. The innocent girl on the chaise lounge had started with shy touches, but now her fingers plunged deep into her dripping pússy with frantic need. Her cries echoed off the velvet walls, raw and genuine, pulling every eye in the room toward her. The lustful men in the audience rose almost as one. The tall businessman from the third row was the first to reach the stage, his cóck already freed from his trousers and throbbing hard in his fist. He climbed the steps without hesitation, eyes fixed on the way Lila’s small body trembled with every thrust of her own fingers. Behind him, more men fo
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