"You can't even control yourself for a short car ride, can you?" Justin murmurs, but he sounds almost gleeful and pleased, rather than disappointed or upset. "You're all dressed up and so handsome for me today, but you're still just a needy little bitch for me, aren't you, Monty?" He curls his fingers deliberately, digging them hard into Monty's taint, practically lifting their weight up with the motion as the car slams on the brakes in front of the cafe. Justin glances out at the destination, but turns his full attention on Monty.

"You're close, aren't you, little one?" He croons, grinding his knuckles hard against Monty's vulva, squeezing their cock. "You must be soaked down there."