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