Tales of Passionate Hidden Sensuality in naked in summer

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