Romantic Escapades in bad dragon wearable

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