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