chicks wearing strapons: A Journey Full of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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