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