"Oh, it's only sort of porn, sweetie," Lindsay cooed. "We film live, and we do what the audience tells us. It's not our fault that they usually want us to fuck." Her dark lips curled into a sinister smile, and she pulled a bit closer to the boy, her arms around him loosely, despite his squirms.<br/><br/>Leslie slithered to the other side of the couch, flanking Aidyn and chirping. "Everyone gets what they want, really. It's so much more personal than porn... and yeah," she giggled wickedly. "We're both boys. Had you fooled?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>