As we sit in the back of a darkened theatre, a heroine bound and gagged on the screen, I look down as I feel your hand making its way up my leg. I glance over at you to see a mischievous smirk on your lips, as you lean in and whisper, "I want your cock." I feel your bite follow your words as you nibble my neck.
Your hand finds my rapidly hardening member, and begins to stroke it through my shorts. I moan softly and my eyes roll back as I feel my lust filling my mind. I reach down and draw the zipper down, releasing my cock from its constraints.
You seem surprised at first and audibly gasp, as I take your head and push it down onto my cock. I relish the feeling, as you take as much of me as you can. I run my fingers through your strawberry blonde hair, and apply pressure lightly to the back of your head to 'encourage' you to take more.
Your slurping sounds grow ever louder, your one hand around my shaft, and the other rubbing through your jeans, as you lose yourself in your lust . I ignore the movie as you are proving to be much better entertainment. The sight of your head bouncing up and down in my lap is infinitely more pleasurable than the celebrities on the screen.
Eventually I want more than just your mouth, and pull you off. A trail of saliva links my cock to your mouth and your hungry glazed eyes look like they know what is next.
"Slide down yours jeans," I command with a soft growl.
You nod and unzip as I turn you to face the rest of the audience and the screen itself. You and the heroine gasp simultaneously, her from the realization that she has been betrayed, and you from the feel of my cock spreading your pussy wide. I pull you down fully on my shaft and let you grind your hips back into me until I let you go and grab your hair.
"You like fucking in a theatre don't you?" I ask somewhat rhetorically.
"mmmmm" you just moan in reply and grind on my lap.
"You want everyone here to see what true slut you are."
