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