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