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