It's too much: the combination of Justin's titillating words and the feeling - the slick friction - of having their little cock shoved so deep into their already weeping cunt makes Monty cum with a muffled wail. Teeth grinding, hips jumping, they cream directly into their own body while their pussy squirts in small bursts from the strange stimulation.

Monty's eyes roll back in their head as they endure the aftershocks, feels the way their thighs are damp and sticky and warm. Their chest heaves and their breath stutters and for a moment, they can't even be bothered to remember there's another person in the room with them, watching them, doing all of this to them.