Johnny was nearly constantly moaning, his deep voice echoing throughout the room as his hands clenched tight. "Fuck.." He sighed out, his cock throbbing in unison with his moans. It seemed like the longer his cock was in Sammie's mouth the more accepting she became, and Johnny was loving the little hums and slightly hopeless efforts to move that trapped tongue. His eyes enjoyed Sammie's curves, watching those hips move with a look of hunger. He wanted to smack her ass, play with it and grope it like he had in the lift.<br/><br/>"Who's my slut?" He questioned, looking at Sammie and knowing there was no way she could reply he was sure she'd find a way to show acceptance. He was distracted a little by Clarissa's movements, and he took a moment to pause and enjoy the sight of Clarissa's spread legs. The way her finger toyed caused Johnny's dick to drip precum into Sammie's throat. He loved the sight of Clarissa playing with herself over her twin sucking cock.<br/><br/>By that point it all become entirely too much for Johnny, who wasn't interested in putting off his orgasm. Sammie had worked hard and been very accepting of being his slut, and he felt like she should get what she'd been working so hard for. His cock throbbed so hard it seemed like it was fighting to stretch Sammie's throat, and Johnny's moans intensified to the point he'd closed his eyes and given over to the sensation. After a few moments he felt a surge, accompanying the feeling with a heavy sigh of satisfaction a heavy, thick rope of cum splashed from the tip of his cock and shot directly down Sammie's throat. Having nowhere else to go the cumshot that followed continued the same way, Johnny's hips bucking as the warm splashes of cum flooded out one by one.