Johnny has stubbed out his cigar and now has two hands on his blushing, throbbing erection. His foot has rubbed, prodded and pushed down on the tiny slave's broken body, each time inspiring howls of pain and begging which only send Mr Depp into new torrents of bliss. Now comes the punchline. Johnny perches his heel on Barry's back, licking his lips. "Here goes, Barry. You can thank your replacement for showing up just in time.." Barry's last blood-curdling scream is quickly snuffed out in time with the first 'CRUNCH' sound as Johnny twists his knee one way, grinding his heel against the carpet, then the other way. The grinding continues, Johnny's nose is screwed up and his eyes are almost tearing in primal ecstasy as he grunts with the motions, digging into the messy wet patch on the carpet. Off-white ooze starts to billow from his raging hard-on, and he dives to his knees, tossing his thick juices all over the smear on the ground with a long, gutteral, manly moan of pleasure.. It's just you and Johnny, now.
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