Delicate Emotions in cup o love

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