They lean their head back so that their lips are right up against Justin's ear, letting their Patron hear every little hitch of hot breath, every aborted whimper and moan. Indeed, the only clear sounds in this entire room were of Justin's own voice speaking into the receiver and the wet squish of Monty's aching cunt as they fucked it open on their Patron's bare cock.

It takes only a little while for them to sheath the entire shaft inside of themselves and when they do, they have to close their eyes to savor the feeling, rubbing the wet lips of their pussy against the base. This feeling: stuffed full, hot and thick. The feeling of a real, twitching dick, hard and desperate for them. Nothing else compares.