Sam was moaning too, his voice high and soft compared to the deep rumble that seemed to be coming from the mouth that was kissing his. A thick tongue slipped between his plumped up lips, sliding it and penetrating just like another appendage of his was sliding into his sisters equally augmented and welcoming mouth.<br/><br/>More than just moaning, he squirmed. He pressed his smooth thighs together, ankles crossing and squeezing together as he wiggled his hips. His taped back cock was screaming to be let out. It was as hard as he could remember it being in recent memory, or at least it was sure trying to be. Unlike the giant member that his soft little hand could barely fit around, this one was much smaller and less impressive, and it seemed to shrink around the presence of real dicks, which the one in his hand was the prime specimen if there ever was one. Still, it wanted to come out and play. Or be played with. Or just feel the soft silky panties directly against it instead of the harsh tape.<br/><br/>And so Sam's hips wiggled against Johnny's waist and his legs pressed and squirmed against his and he opened his mouth and let his back arch, his neck leaning back as Johnny's tongue slipped into his mouth and he sucked it in and writhed his tongue around it like he was imagining it was a cock in his mouth. His eyes were closed too, he was completely overwhelmed by the sensations of this experience. His left hand continued to squeeze and rub Johnny's big dick, his right hand squeezed his shoulder with a fierce and intense desperation as he felt his breath fading. But he didn't dare break the kiss and gasp for breath, he'd pass out first.<br/><br/>Squirming and wriggling and sucking and jerking off, Sam finally felt himself relaxing and becoming the fun slut he'd been telling himself he was all night. He could worry about who he was being a fun slutty little rich girl for later. Right now, he was having too much fun to care!