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