Johnny moaned and took his average-sized d**k out of his pants. My eyes started shaking as I saw his p***s, and my face heated up as he started rubbing it against my face, using it to poke my cheeks.
The head is touching my face; it is silky smooth. I am being abused yet again, and by Johnny. Is this really the Johnny I know?
He groaned and started rubbing it against my lips. I closed my eyes, allowing my tear glands to release. More tears that might touch Johnny’s heart.
"This isn’t you, Johnny; you don’t want to do this," I said to Johnny through a mind link. He grunted and stopped moving his d**k, but left it at the tip of my lips.
"Do you know me?" he asked.
"Yes, I do, and I know the Johnny I know would never do this to any woman, not even me," I said, staring at his face, but he
