Tales of Romance in balls deep in the barista

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