They moan, eyes locked to the lewd actions being done to them by their Patron's hand. "I just like sex," they whine, "and I just don't like to hide it so much. What's so wrong with that?"

The car goes slightly downhill now and the tilt forces most of Justin's hand inside of their body. The sound it makes is nearly enough to make Monty want to squirt on the spot, their eyes rolling back as they thumb at the head of their own little cock, adding to the jolts of pleasure shocking their body.

"Plus," Monty gasps, "you don't want me to be good, do you, Mr. Baruch?"