Johnny was happy when Sammie gave in, and made a point of overpowering Sammie's tongue with his own. He enjoyed the way he was noticeably taller than the two girls even with those heels on. He was sure when he got them both out of them later he would be head and shoulders above them both. Even better when they were on their knees.<br/><br/>Johnny kept Sammie nice and steady when the girl gave in, her arched back leaning hard on the firm grip at her ass. When the kiss broke Johnny looked right at Sammie, feeling her little gasp for air against his lips. Sammie's sweet expression only served to make him want to see it on her face later. But for now he was satisfied that she was more than enough of a slut, just like Clarissa. Even this close there was no hint that Johnny had recognized Sammie, only a wolfish hunger on his expression that clearly betrayed what he wanted to do to her if given an opportunity.<br/><br/>When he had pulled away he turned to Clarissa, grinning. "I knew she was a slut like you." He used the term almost casually, despite the fact many would be insulted by it. He meant it as a compliment, and didn't care too much how it was taken.<br/><br/>"Now." He said, as though he was about to instruct the two girls. He took a slight step back, and raised his hands smoothly from the girl's rears up the small of their backs. There he gave a little guiding pressure to bring them together before continuing the hand's journeys up to their shoulders. "It's you sluts turn to be good together. Kiss slow." He watched after instructing them, expectantly, as if there was no possible idea that the two would do anything but obediently kiss. He spoke with an authority, and looked forward to the opportunity to watch more clearly than he had been able to from across the dance floor, or when they were too close to him.<br/><br/>