Busted! Jeny Smith gets order to cut her clothes in theatre [Cinema]

The cinema was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of popcorn. Jeny Smith was nestled in her seat, legs crossed, a soft whisper of silk against her thighs. Her phone buzzed, a message flashing across the screen: “Cut your clothes. Now.” Her heart pounded, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She looked around, the other patrons engrossed in the movie, oblivious to her. Slowly, she stood up, the rustle of her dress echoing in the quiet theater. She slipped the straps off her shoulders, the cool air hitting her bare skin. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her lace thong and heels. She could feel the eyes of the sender on her, invisible but present. She sat back down, her heart racing, as she waited for the next order, her body already aching with need.

The screen flickered, the movie playing on, but all she could focus on was the throb between her legs. Another message came through: “Play with your tits.” She hesitated for a moment, then cupped her breasts, her thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard peaks. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body arching slightly. She could see the outline of a man in the row behind her, his hand moving in his lap, stroking his hard cock. She was wet, soaking through her thong. She slipped her hand down, rubbing her clit through the lace. The man behind her let out a soft groan, his movements becoming more urgent. She was on the edge, her body trembling with the need to cum. But she waited, her fingers still, as she looked at the screen, the movie a blur of colors and sounds. She was alive, her body a playground of pleasure, and she was just getting started.