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