Discovering the Extraordinary Secrets and Adventures of male syntribation

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