The Art of Romance: condom gloryhole

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