Fingers curl under the hem of her polka-dot dress, the red fabric bunching up as she works herself over in the dark. Dakota Marr teases the camera with slow, deliberate strokes, her breath hitching between parted lips. The dress clings to her curves as she rocks her hips, thighs trembling with every touch. One hand grips the armrest of the theater seat while the other disappears under the fabric, her fingers glistening as she pulls them out to show off the mess. The TV flickers in the background, casting shadows across her flushed face as she finally lets out a quiet moan, her back arching off the seat.
