Shall I pop your corn?

She caught us right after the credits rolled, lingering by the popcorn stand like the place belonged to her. We’d just watched her on screen taking cock like she was born for it, and now here she was in the flesh, all brunette hair and heavy tits pushing against her tight top. One slow smile, and she had her hand on my friend’s crotch, then mine, fingers squeezing until we were hard where anyone could see. She didn’t say a word, just tugged us toward the back hallway like we were hers to use. Once the door clicked shut she dropped to her knees, mouth open, lipstick smearing as she took turns sucking each cock, spit dripping down her chin onto those tits. When she bent over the supply crates, ass up, she didn’t have to ask twice. My buddy slid straight into her ass while she kept sucking me, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls. She came first, moaning around my cock, then pulled off just in time for both of us to paint her face, thick ropes landing across her lips and cheeks as she grinned like she’d won something.