No, Amber wants cock.

Amber looks up at you and continues, “I’m not done with you yet.” She stands up and takes advantage of the fact that the seats in this theater, for whatever reason, have folding armrests rather than fixed ones. She folds both of yours up, then shimmies out of her panties. She takes her bra off under her shirt—how do women do that, anyway?—and pulls it up to give you access to her soft mounds, then straddles your lap and begins rubbing her dripping slit up and down your cock. She leans forward and gives you a long, deep kiss as she strokes you with her hot, wet twat. Then she raises herself up and feeds you her tits, reaching a hand down to continue stroking your prick.

When you start to get long and hard again, she brings her hand back up and squishes her big tits together so you can suck on both her nipples at once. She moans softly at the sensation. “Ohhh, Rob . . . ohhh, lover . . . I dreamed so long of you sucking my titties . . . your mouth feels even better than I imagined . . .”

With some reluctance, Amber pulls back and gets into a squat with her feet on the seats to either side of you, then grabs the back of yours. “Hold me,” she whispers, and you wrap your arms around her. She lifts herself up, grabs your prick with one hand to line herself up, then lowers herself onto your cockhead. With both hands back on the back of your seat, she lowers herself the rest of the way onto your throbbing fuckpole.

Amber kisses you hungrily. She swivels and gyrates her hips, making you moan into her mouth; then she breaks off and starts bouncing up and down on your pole. She goes high enough that little but your head is between her cunt lips, then slams herself all the way down. Faster and faster she bounces, making her big tits bounce and jiggle wildly. You hang on to her as she rides you with utter abandon; all you can do is enjoy the ride and the show. You lean your head forward so you can feel her bouncing beauties slap your face, and soon you feel your climax building in your balls. “I’m cumming,” you moan softly.

“Yeah, baby,” Amber says in an exultant whisper. “Cum for me . . . let me feel your big man cum fill me up . . . blast that big fucking pussy rocket into my tight fucking pussy . . . give me all you’ve got . . . all mine . . . all for me . . . all for my hungry little college-girl pussy . . . hungry for a real man . . .”

With that, you blow. Your hips buck up into her, catching her by surprise. You hold your mouth shut by force of will, so only a strangled grunt escapes your lips as your cum fountains into Amber’s greedy cunt. Feeling your orgasm sets hers off, and she grabs you and holds you tight, grinding her twat against you, as she climaxes in a full-body spasm centered on your exploding cock.

You grab the cloth from Amber’s seat and stuff it under your joining, then wrap your arm back around her. The two of you hold each other tight as you come down from your heights of bliss. Thanks to the sheer number of previews, the movie is only in its opening sequence, so you haven’t even missed anything. You mop everything up, then the two of you put all your clothes back on. You bring one of your armrests back down, but leave the other one up so Amber can snuggle against you as you watch the movie. You enjoy it, and you tell her so as you’re leaving the theater; but you lean over and add, whispering in her ear, “I liked the coming attractions better.” You love the way she blushes.