Intimate Journeys of the vampire lovers sex

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