For some reason your first instinct is to keep a hold of the popcorn and drinks from spilling.

You feel hands grab your hips and forcefully bounce you up and down. You gasp almost in pain from the size of it. His cock is thick and long and you feel stuffed. You're stunned and do not know what to do. You feel wetness, slime, slimy, he slips easily in and out, stretching your lips very tightly around him. You try desperately to hold onto your snacks and to escape but your drinks go flying and smash on the floor below as he bounces your waist up and down, he pounds into you three times hard as you panic and scramble. Popcorn rains from above pecking you here and there, thrust, thrust, thrust: you're getting fucked. So much happening at once you're not sure what to do.

Flight!

Your heels slip on the sticky and now lubricated floor, ending in you collapsing once more onto his cock forcefully to the base of it. You can feel his sack pressing against your panties.

"Oh!" You let out another sharp suppressed yelp as his cock stretches your lips to the maximum. An unexpected bit of warmth begins to permeate your crotch. Rippling abs on a hot guy as he takes the young starlet from behind on screen is all you can see.

He groans quietly at your second full weight drop onto his dick. You end up gyrating on him for a bit as you try and kick off your heels.

"Oh, Kristen." he says. You kick your heels off as he keeps thrusting in staccato movements, lifting you up and slamming you down, holding himself deep in you as he continues moaning the actresses name.

You plant your feet flat with a crunch on the sticky floor and throw away the now empty bags of popcorn. You grab the seat in front of you and launch yourself away from his grip forcing his cock out of you and tumbling your body halfway over the seat.

He grabs onto your waist again while you're bent over the seat and thrusts once more deep into you, giving it to you from behind. Your eyes pop open in surprise as he takes you once more so soon. You try and grab the seat in front of you but can't escape his grip. He trusts into you and holds you there.

"Kristen I love you, so tight like I imagined." He moans. You scoot forward and lift your legs, pressing your feet against his body you kick into him and finally crawl over the next row of seats to escape him. His cock finally slides out with your lips gripping him tight until the end, drawing another moan from him. You're free, but he grabs you again while you're headfirst and helpless and pulls at your skirt. You start crawling off the floor with your hands and before you know it, your skirt is all the way down your legs and in his hands. Getting up, you run about ten feet barefoot before realizing your situation. You turn around to face the now visible, standing silhouette.

"Give me back my skirt." You whisper harshly, aware of what you're saying in public. The dark figure turns and bolts.

"Wait!" You whisper even louder. But the mans steps are pounding loud and in seconds you hear a door slam at the other end of the theater.

A few dark heads are turned looking at the commotion but nothing is visible, even if they probably all suspect something. You dart back to your seat, or his seat, and feel around. You find your heels, but no skirt. He took it. The actors on screen are now laying in bed in bright white morning light making pillow talk.

You slip into your shoes with a wet squish. You need to get out of here now.