Exploring the Secret Paths and Life of nude theatre

Naked under the full moon in nude theatre, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “nude theatre” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “nude theatre… nude theatre… harder nude theatre!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “nude theatre” trails.