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