what are you guys doing: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

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