Dark theater, single seat, modern warfare rule34 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 modern warfare rule34 come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “modern warfare rule34, modern warfare rule34, modern warfare rule34” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “modern warfare rule34”.