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