Johnny sighed when Sam's hand joined Clarissa's. There was a distinct satisfaction in having the two work in unison, and he wanted to let them know when they made him feel good. As they stroked he would throb in their hands, just about restraining from pushing his hips up.<br/><br/>He smiled when Sam admitted to being proud, and watched their kiss with a grin. As they kissed right in front of him he massaged and squeezed their thighs, his grip growing rougher and travelling to the upper thigh now.<br/><br/>Eventually the growing excitement he felt watching the kiss gave rise to an idea. Rather than asking Johnny removed his hands smoothly from their thighs and placed them at their shoulders, sliding up to nestle at the base of their hair. His strong fingers wrapping into the tight hair he drew the girl's heads down, still keeping their kiss together. He'd thought about joining the kiss, but he preferred the idea of watching them try to kiss around the thick, pre-dripping head of his cock.<br/><br/>Again not a question but a command he firmly encouraged the two. "Be good sluts." This time he did push his hips up, happy to show his own hunger.