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