Johnny didn't argue that Clarissa liked Sammie's cock. He figured she did the same way he did. It was fun when it strained and ached, and he liked to see just how easily the little slut exploded over the floor. And he was happy when Sammie admitted both that his wasn't a real cock and that Johnny's was. He did get the feeling Sammie was possibly reminded of a bit much masculinity, and Johnny felt an inexplicable desire to push that down. "Good girl." He noted when Sammie encouraged Clarissa.<br/><br/>At her words he smirked, loving the way Clarissa looked at his already hard, throbbing cock and bit her lip. "But yours can't give her what mine can, Sammie. But I bet you're fun to fuck." He half-praised in a very blunt manner, whilst teasing and implying his intentions. Although right now he was very happy to finally get to make a mess of Clarissa he wanted to finally really show Sammie what a slut she was too.<br/><br/>There was no fight at all in Johnny, letting Clarissa push him down to the couch and seating himself with a confident smirk. His broad shoulder easily supported her, but rather than guiding her hips he lay back and looked her in the eyes. "Me too." He moaned loudly when he felt her wetness, and louder still when he felt the thick tip of his cock stretching apart Clarissa's tight entrance. Part of him wanted to take her hips in his hands and force her down. But Johnny found self control, glancing at Sammie expectantly. Johnny's hands weren't helping at all, quietly expecting Clarissa's twin to help her hips bounce.