"Fucking hell." Michael scrambles to do as he's told, stumbling with impatience. Despite coming not that long before, he's already hard and nearly leaking just at the thought of what's about to happen.
He rocks, pressing toward Johnny, and babbles, "Do it, c'mon, now, now, please, do it, oh god."
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He rocks, pressing toward Johnny, and babbles, "Do it, c'mon, now, now, please, do it, oh god."