My fingers slide into her as the killer approaches a blissfully unaware couple, music swelling. Her legs part, allowing me further into this molten tight core.
Her eyes never leave the screen as I slowly pump, thumb against the swollen nub of her clit, that brilliant epicenter of nerves longing.
I only pump deeper and harder as the killer raises a machete, painting the screen with the splatters of suddenly eviscerated flesh.
Her knees squeeze then, eyes glazing over, pussy helplessly locking and pulsing around me.
Reluctantly withdrawing, she smiles and deeply kisses me. We’ve missed going to the movies.
