Not a kids' movie at all
Early in the morning, she woke up to his call. Hearing her beloved's joyful voice on the phone, she changed her mind about killing him for waking her up so early on her rightful day off.
— Hi. Any plans for today?
— Hi, honey, none. I was hoping to sleep in, but no luck.
— Sorry for waking you. It's just that I have two tickets for the late-night showing of Estonian art-house cinema. For the back row. Let's go, have a laugh? The box office said only 5 tickets were sold.
— Not surprising. Estonian art-house? Ha-ha. BORING AS HELL.
— Well, we won't be bored, right, darling?
— Okay, we'll watch your art-house :D, just don't forget to shave
—
Anything for you. I'll pick you up. We'll hang out, then go to the movies.— Okay. Kisses.
— Kisses
Hanging up, she started getting ready. She decided not to dress up too much and put on her favorite skinny jeans, a white tank top, and ballet flats. An hour later, he was at her place. They walked around their native St. Petersburg all day until night. And, after watching the bridges being raised, they finally went to the cinema. The hall turned out to be empty, except for one man peacefully snoring in the front row, hugging a bottle of vodka.
— Sweetheart, our row is the last one
— It's kind of gloomy here
— We'll have fun, I promise
Exchanging a glance, they walked to their row and sat in the seats they liked. Today they could choose. Sitting down, they looked at the screen for about three minutes, but suddenly she caught his gaze on her slender, toned legs, sheathed in thin denim.
She looked at his face. His jaw muscles were twitching, and his ears were turning red. His eyes were nervously darting over her body. Her hand was on the armrest, and he covered her delicate palm with his large, hot hand. Their eyes met. She leaned in to kiss him. In the semi-darkness of the cinema, she read the phrase on his lips: "Have you ever done it in a movie theater?" — shaking her head no, she asked him the same thing, he left the question unanswered and kissed her like he never had before. That kiss sent a chill through her body, which turned into boiling lava as it reached her lower abdomen
From her lips, he moved to her cheeks, neck, covering them with passionate and burning kisses. His hands wandered over her body, as much as their not entirely comfortable position allowed. He pulled his lips away from her and whispered in her ear: "Make me feel good, baby." She understood the hint. He had said before that a blowjob was her signature move in bed. She knew what her man liked. She got up from her seat and knelt before him. A beautiful view of her magnificent breasts opened up to him. For him, spoiled by female affection since his teenage years, she was the best pacifier. Unzipping his fly, she took out his cock and took the head into her mouth, licking and kissing it. Without stopping sucking, she occasionally looked up at him with her big green eyes, saw his face full of pleasure, and that gave her a wild thrill. Soon she began to deepthroat him, while caressing his scrotum with her hands. Knowing the sound from the speakers was very loud, he was already moaning out loud.
She sucked until he came. She swallowed everything with great greed, as if it weren't semen but an expensive cocktail in the most luxurious club. Then, right on cue, a melodic song started playing through the speakers, to which she decided to dance a striptease for her beloved. He watched her with enchanted eyes, goosebumps running over his body. (Specially for ) Thoughts raced through her head: "Am I, a girl from a decent family, really dancing a striptease in a movie theater?" That night, she behaved like the biggest slut. While dancing, she undressed completely, leaving only her ballet flats on. Her slender, toned body drove him crazy. He had had a hard-on again for a long time, and he couldn't do anything about it. The slight risqué nature of the place where this was happening only added fuel to the fire. After undressing and dancing naked for a bit, she turned her attention to him. She herself was barely managing her own arousal.