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