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