spiderman gun in mouth: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Triumph

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