[ Can't think about their unintended audience right outside their private booth, taking pictures (and failing due to Vincent's identity scrambler), screaming encouragements such as wooo, go Silverhand! and me next! Thank God for the waist high window panes beginning to fog up the view from their hot and steamy sex.
Will deal with that later. Right now? His new cunt's going through its debut with impressive fortitude and that nip to his lobe wrings a howl out of him, tears him away from pointless thoughts. ]
Oh God... [ Feels manic. Like someone poured a gallon of synthcoke into his veins, bursting out of his own skin. If this is what Alt and Rogue went through, yeah, Vincent understands why they put up with Johnny's shitacular attitude back in '23.
The rockerboy fucks like a machine. ] M-mama didn't raise a q-quitter. [ No, she apparently raised a whore. Because whenever Johnny's hips slam against his, Vincent times it so Johnny not only thrusts as deep as possible but also grinds against his clit with each hit.
And Vincent didn't get rid of his prostate with the new downstairs. All that seismic activity up front wends its way backdoor too. His whole body thrums in pleasure, a string plucked over and over to play a song as ancient as humanity itself (ain't nothing but mammals), an unmistakable crescendo building up to an obvious conclusion. ] J-Johnny, I'm not... ! [ Already worked up from the gig, shutting his eyes tightly in hopes the lack of visual stimulus โ or at least the lack of stupid, sexy Johnny โ delays the inevitable.
But that makes the sensation of Johnny's cock fucking in and out of his neophyte pussy, hitting that new bundle of nerves inside him, all the more intense.
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Date: 2026-01-27 01:31 am (UTC)Will deal with that later. Right now? His new cunt's going through its debut with impressive fortitude and that nip to his lobe wrings a howl out of him, tears him away from pointless thoughts. ]
Oh God... [ Feels manic. Like someone poured a gallon of synthcoke into his veins, bursting out of his own skin. If this is what Alt and Rogue went through, yeah, Vincent understands why they put up with Johnny's shitacular attitude back in '23.
The rockerboy fucks like a machine. ] M-mama didn't raise a q-quitter. [ No, she apparently raised a whore. Because whenever Johnny's hips slam against his, Vincent times it so Johnny not only thrusts as deep as possible but also grinds against his clit with each hit.
And Vincent didn't get rid of his prostate with the new downstairs. All that seismic activity up front wends its way backdoor too. His whole body thrums in pleasure, a string plucked over and over to play a song as ancient as humanity itself (ain't nothing but mammals), an unmistakable crescendo building up to an obvious conclusion. ] J-Johnny, I'm not... ! [ Already worked up from the gig, shutting his eyes tightly in hopes the lack of visual stimulus โ or at least the lack of stupid, sexy Johnny โ delays the inevitable.
But that makes the sensation of Johnny's cock fucking in and out of his neophyte pussy, hitting that new bundle of nerves inside him, all the more intense.
Gonk. ]