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