Electric Boogaloo
You stared up at him, his dick still making pathetic balloon noises like it was deflating.
"It’s not my fault it’s like that!" He argued, face as red as the ketchup bottle this reminded you off.
"My foreskin is just flappy!"
You raised a brow, starting to pump his cock in your hand again as the overstimulation made the men jump, twitch and whine. You pumped him faster, observing his pleasure ridden face closly as he was distorting it into all kinds of cute looks.
You wanted to hear that noise again, watch closly to see what the *fuck* actually happens when he cums.
You were starting to swirl your thumb over the dip of his dick, spreading the beeding precum and causing the noise to get slicker with ever stroke. Johnnys moans became louder, starting to raise in pitch as he approached his release. "Fuck fuck- Ai- shit I- fuck-"
He pants between every noise he makes, sounding like a deprived animal in heat (haha get it? the ref? *i say as if not only two peeps know of i*)
You pumped his dick a few more times until he came with a shout, and another dick fart.
And yes! Indeed, his dick flap was flapping like no skinflap should.