hans wunderkint: A Journey Full of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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