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Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
Specifics can be put in the actual prompt.
For example:
CK: Carmen/Amanda, fluff
Post-divorce Amanda finds herself in a sports bar hit on by some aholes, but the cute waitress gets rid of them for her. Bonus for bathroom cunnilingus.
Report Your Fills:That post is for users to track to make it easier to find new fills without having to track the actual prompt post.
KK: Crackfic or art, Mr. Miyagi meets Mr. Meowgi
Date: 2021-04-02 12:43 am (UTC)Re: op
Date: 2021-04-02 02:48 am (UTC)CK: Lawrusso, Daniel's the suicidal one this time
Date: 2021-04-02 06:49 pm (UTC)Johnny needs to talk him down from the edge.
KK3 Silver/Daniel harem
Date: 2021-04-02 08:12 pm (UTC)Re: Robby/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-02 10:52 pm (UTC)Re: Robby/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-02 11:04 pm (UTC)I am up for it 🥰
Re: KK3 Silver/Daniel harem
Date: 2021-04-03 12:52 am (UTC)CK: Johnny/Daniel, accidental marriage
Date: 2021-04-03 02:15 am (UTC)Or maybe not so jokingly, whoops.
CK: Silver/Daniel, divorced Daniel
Date: 2021-04-03 03:04 am (UTC)+ Terry crashes one of Daniel's dates with his own date and cue the most intensely uncomfortable double date experience for the other 2 people who have no idea why you can cut the tension in the air with a knife
+ Terry and Daniel ditch their dates to go fuck in the bathroom or car or something
Fill part 1/2: Re: KK: Johnny/Bobby, Johnny/Daniel/Bobby, apology
Date: 2021-04-03 05:18 am (UTC)Having a broken knee, Daniel decides in the week following the tournament, absolutely blows. After the All Valley, his ma took one look at his limp and rushed him to the hospital. The doctors fit him with a complicated-looking brace, gave him a prescription for OxyContin, and told him to avoid strenuous activity for 6 weeks. His ma took that to mean that Daniel should do absolutely nothing but lie on the couch all day and take his pain meds.
He’s miserable. Between the brace and the meds, everything he’s been doing since, like, grade school, is suddenly impossible.
Even showering is a nightmare. The brace has to be wrapped in about 100 layers of plastic and duct tape and he has to sit on this weird shower chair his ma borrowed from the crazy old lady downstairs so he doesn’t fall, twisting awkwardly to get soap all over. It’s exhausting work, and on pain meds, everything is slow and heavy. He’s kinda given up on showering in favor of basking in his own filth, drugged out, and watching midday tv while his ma works.
He knows he needs to, before she left this morning, his ma bent down to give him a kiss and wrinkled her nose at his smell. “Danny, you need to shower.”
He made a noncommittal noise. “I will, Ma. Later, okay?”
She huffed. “Yeah, later. I’ve been hearin’ that for days. Tell you what, if I get home tonight and you still haven’t showered, I’m giving you a bath.”
“Sure, Ma.” he laughed. Everything was so funny on these pills.
“I’m serious! Hey, look at me,” he tilted his head back with effort. “I come home and you still stink, and I will dunk you in the bath until you don’t anymore.” At this, she moved toward the door.
“Ma!”
“Shower!”
He is gonna shower. Later.
For now, Daniel’s staring at the kitchen, weighing the effort of dragging his gimp leg to the kitchen against the reward of getting his stomach to shut up when a knock comes at the door. His gaze moves slowly over to it, and he slowly starts to get up, hampered, of course, by his brace and the ridiculous crutches he's forced to use to get around.
Halfway to the door, his visitor pounds again. “Alright, alright, I’m comin’ hold your horses, Jesus.”
They don’t hear apparently, because the knock comes again as he reaches the door. “Jesus where’s the fi– oh.” Daniel’s voice dies in his throat.
It’s Johnny Lawrence, looking annoyed in his designer jeans and fitted red jacket. Just behind him, looking sheepish is Bobby Brown. Daniel slams the door.
Or, he tries to, but Johnny shoves a foot in before it closes all the way. “LaRusso, wait.”
“What do you want?” Daniel snaps. “Come back for more? Wanna break my other leg? Put me in a coma?”
“Jesus, LaRusso–” Johnny starts, but Bobby cuts in.
“We’re here to apologize.”
“What?” He can’t prove it, but Daniel’s fairly certain this is a drug-induced hallucination.
“What we did was fucked up,” Bobby continues. “We were in a bad place. Our sensei, he, we just wanted to tell you we were sorry.”
“Great. Well, you apologized. Bye now.” Daniel moves to slam the door again, but this time Johnny catches it and forces it back.
Daniel loses his balance and stumbles backward, “Hey, what the–” and a hand closes around his wrist.
“Christ, man, can you try not to kill him?” Bobby snaps from behind where Johnny is dangling him by the arm. Johnny huffs and roughly yanks him forward, pulling Daniel back up to standing. Kind of. Without his crutches, Daniel sways forward and crashes into the muscled planes of Johnny’s chest.
“Sorry,” Johnny snaps back at Bobby, before turning forward. “I’m really sorry, Daniel. Hey, can you stand?”
Daniel just stares.
“Well?” Johnny huffs impatiently. Twists to look at Bobby. “Grab his crutches, will ya?”
“You’ve never called me Daniel before,” Daniel murmurs, looking at Johnny with something approaching awe.
Johnny flushes a bright red. “Of course I have.”
Bobby, ever helpful, slips Daniel’s crutches back under his arms and helps him wobble into an upright position. “No, you haven’t,” he manages as he suppresses a laugh.
“Shut up,” Johnny snaps. “Look, La-Daniel,”
“La-Daniel?” Bobby asks, grinning.
“I think I like that, La-Daniel,” Daniel says, enjoying the obvious discomfort on Johnny’s face.
“You guys are the worst,” Johnny mutters.
He lets one crutch hold him up as he clutches his heart. “You wound me, Johnny. I thought this was supposed to be an apology.”
Johnny looks to his feet. Breathes deeply for a moment. When he looks back up, there’s an intense sincerity in his eyes Daniel’s never seen before. “I really am sorry, Daniel. What I did, how I treated you? It was fucked up. It wasn’t fair of me to take out my break up with Ali on you. Kreese, he made us believe all these awful things, turned our life into a war. I-I should’ve known better. Been better. Do you think you could forgive me?”
Even Bobby looks surprised at the depth of the apology. Daniel never dreamed Johnny would apologize, and if he had, he would have assumed that Johnny would look at the ground and mutter “sorry” like a kid getting in trouble for shoving on the playground. Not this.
He realizes, after a beat, that Johnny is staring expectantly at him. “Yeah, sure. Course.”
Plants could photosynthesize from the light that beams out of Johnny’s smile. Daniel huffs inwardly when it drops, just as quickly as it came on. “I wanna make it up to you. We–” he turns now, pulling Bobby into their little bubble. “Wanna make it up to you. Help.”
Daniel feels slow. Thinks maybe he shouldn’t have taken that pill right before they showed up, but then, how was he supposed to know they were coming? “Help?”
Johnny nods quickly.
“How?”
Johnny considers this, seems upset by whatever his mind comes up with. Bobby comes up with words to answer before his friend can. “In any way we can.”
Daniel nods slowly. Hobbles a few steps back on his crutches. “Come on in.”
His leg is tired of supporting him, so he flops back onto the couch. Considers the two boys standing in front of him, who seem to be convinced that doing Daniel’s chores or whatever else he can come up with will make all this better. Will earn Daniel’s forgiveness.
Personally, he thinks this is ridiculous. They apologized. And denounced Kreese. There’s nothing else they can do to earn his forgiveness but leave him alone.
“I’m kind of hungry?” He suggests after a long moment of mutual observation.
They nod and scramble toward the kitchen. Daniel bears the sound of cabinets banging and whispered arguments for too long before he calls out, “There’s chips in the cabinet next to the fridge. That’ll be good.”
They sheepishly emerge from the kitchen with a bag of potato chips, carrying them in tandem like they had to prove they both helped, and offer it to Daniel. He takes it, and eats a few while considering them.
To their credit, they barely shrink under the scrutiny. Daniel’s still enjoying it though, making them squirm, just a little bit.
Finally, he shows mercy, since that’s now his job or something, “You guys wanna sit? There’s a Tom and Jerry marathon I was gonna sleep through, if you’re interested.”
They nod jerkily and sit on either side of him and, woah. This couch is too small for three teenage boys to sit on, and Daniel is feeling a little squished. He hisses when Johnny’s knee jostles his bad one.
Johnny takes it and gently pulls it over his own legs, letting Daniel sprawl comfortably. Unfortunately, it also serves to make Daniel feel kind of exposed, legs splayed wide on the couch, exposed all the way to his upper thigh since he’d forgone pants this morning (and every day this week).
“Better?” Johnny asks, like he didn’t just open Daniel up for the world to see.
He nods, ears burning. “Thanks.”
Johnny nods absentmindedly, then abruptly leans over him to grab the chips from Bobby’s hands. Bobby pushes him back, so he sort of falls into Daniel. Just as quickly as his face hit Daniel’s chest, he reared back. Coughed once.
“Jesus, LaRusso, when was the last time you showered?” And then, “Ow!” When Bobby leans over to smack his head.
Daniel flushes and stares at his lap. “Been a few days,” he mumbles. Then louder, “Someone fucked up my knee, so now I have to sit in a chair like an old lady while soaping myself up.”
Johnny’s eyebrows furrow as he considers this. They jump a couple of times, and then: “We could help you!”
Daniel and Bobby speak at the same time. “What?”
“Yeah!” Johnny says, shifting where he sits and jostling Daniel’s knee. When Daniel winces, he drops his hand to Daniel’s thigh, offers a small “sorry” and keeps talking. “We could help you, like wrap up your leg and wash you and everything. All you’d have to is stand there, and you wouldn’t even really have to do that because we could like, hold you up.”
Daniel looks back at Bobby, who seems to be looking for the right words to explain what a supremely bad idea this is.
“Johnny–” he starts, and Daniel interrupts, mouth possessed by the copious amounts of OxyContin in his system.
“Okay.”
Johnny nods once, enthused. “Awesome.”
“Wait, Daniel–” Bobby tries to get his attention, attempt futile because Daniel’s brain is lagging. “Maybe, I mean, don’t you think–”
“It’s not like we haven’t all been in the gym showers, how is this any different than the locker room?” Johnny says, like offering to shower the boy whose leg you’ve broken in his home is a completely normal thing to do.
Daniel watches as Bobby and Johnny seem to have a telepathic conversation over him. Bobby drags his eyes over Daniel pointedly before looking back to Johnny and shaking his head. Johnny nods furiously, smiles, and sort of gestures at Daniel. He has no idea what any of this means.
“Okay fine,” Bobby sighs finally. “Are you sure you want to do this, Daniel?”
Daniel shrugs, still not getting what the big deal is. “Yeah.”
Fill part 2/2: Re: KK: Johnny/Bobby, Johnny/Daniel/Bobby, apology
Date: 2021-04-03 05:19 am (UTC)They’re in the shower, and Daniel finally gets what the big deal is.
He started to get it when they helped him out of his boxers. Daniel leaned back into Bobby’s arms while Johnny knelt in front of him, easing the fabric down and off, using a warm hand to gently lift Daniel's feet free of the fabric. When he looked up at Daniel through the fan of his hair, Daniel got it.
Now they’re in the shower, things are (literally) getting steamy, with Bobby in front of him, his back against the wall and hair brushing the showerhead, and Johnny behind him, holding his hips to guide him under the gentle spray of the warm water.
It’s overwhelming, all the touch, and Daniel’s concentrating very hard on not getting a boner when Johnny wills him forward, getting his head under the warm water. Bobby cradles his face with a surprising amount of gentleness, and the feeling warms him all over.
Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard, Don’t–
This proves impossible as they wash him gently, sluicing water over his thin form while Daniel stares determinedly at the tile and doesn’t think about what’s happening. Johnny soaps his back and Bobby, well. Bobby kneels down to wash Daniel’s legs, hands sliding up and around his thighs and Daniel can’t take it anymore. He’s hard.
Daniel knows Bobby sees it, must, it’s right there in his face, swollen and needy and bobbing innocently in the air like it isn’t the worst traitor in the world, but he doesn’t say anything. He sets the soap down next to him and begins to rinse off Daniel’s legs.
Maybe he’s just being kind. Daniel always thought that Bobby seemed like the nicest of their little group, seemed to know when they went too far.
But if Bobby’s being kind, then Johnny’s being the same asshole he always was, because he reaches around and grabs hold of Daniel’s dick with one soapy hand.
Before he can figure out to react, his body reacts for him, and Daniel bucks into the tight hold of his hand, hissing. When he speaks, it comes out breathless. “Johnny, what–”
“We said we wanted to make it up to you, yeah?” Johnny says, low in his ear. Daniel tries to inhale, fails, and tries again. Realizes he can’t form words and nods. He can feel the smile in Johnny’s voice, “This is us making it up to you.”
He strokes Daniel a few more times, firm, but before Daniel can get too into it, Bobby smacks his hand away.
Johnny makes a noise of protest, but Bobby insists, “Man, you’ve got soap all over your hand. You’re gonna give him a UTI.” Gently cups his hand to fill it with water and runs soft fingers over Daniel’s cock.
“Shit, Bobby,” Daniel groans, quickly losing himself in the pleasure of Bobby’s warm hand.
Johnny hums in his ear, “You think that’s good, what till you see what he can do with his mouth.” Reaches around Daniel to thumb at Bobby’s heavy lower lip. Bobby’s grip tightens, stroking with a twist over Daniel’s head, and he’s smirking up at Johnny. “Show him, Bobby.”
Bobby jacks a little faster, ignoring the desperate noises Daniel’s making. “But if I’m down here with my mouth, what’ll you do to pull your weight, Johnny?”
Johnny’s hands tighten around Daniel’s waist, and he looks down at them, that much harder at how big they look around his frame. “I’m sure I can think of something,” he says, before turning Daniel’s head and capturing his mouth.
If he weren’t too busy trying to commit every second of this moment to memory, holy shit he’s kissing Johnny Lawrence, he’d have heard the noise of approval Bobby makes before closing his lips around Daniel’s head.
He doesn’t offer any type of slow build-up, instead going for immediate and enthusiastic tight suction around the tip of his shaft while jacking him at the base. Daniel’s kind of embarrassed at the desperate moan he lets out, but Johnny swallows it with his capable mouth.
Between the heat, the suction, the kissing, and the wandering hands, it isn’t long before Daniel’s head falls back onto Johnny’s shoulder and he whines. “God- Johnny please. I need- oh shit- I need-“
Johnny’s hand wanders down, loosely gripping Daniel at his base, feeling bumping against Bobby’s lips as he bobs his head. “What Daniel? What do you need?”
If he had any higher functioning brain paper left at all, Daniel would turn and slug the smug tone right out of Johnny’s voice, but, “Fuck me!” He gasps out. “Fuck me please Johnny I need-“ another desperate wet gasp. “Johnny please, please-” Now that he’s started he can’t stop. “Johnny- fuck me-”
“Okay, okay! LaRusso,” Johnny smoothed a hand along his flank, and Daniel keens, jackknifing forward into Bobby’s mouth. “Cool your jets, I got you.”
He taps once on Bobby’s forehead, who pauses to look at Johnny. His mouth is wet and red and perfect and Daniel lets his head fall back again because he can’t take it. Because his head is tilted back, Daniel doesn’t see Bobby stand up, and he lets out a soft noise of surprise when Bobby gently claims his mouth.
He lets out a deeper noise when Bobby gently pulls him forward, so his weight is leaning against Bobby’s cut stomach instead of Johnny’s. Johnny’s hand squeezes Daniel, pulling him apart and sliding his fingers along Daniel’s ass.
Daniel hisses and bucks forward, moaning when his erection brushes Bobby’s. Bobby moans quietly too, leans away from Daniel’s mouth to suck a path of hot kisses on Daniel’s neck.
Johnny speaks. “Do you think your mom will mind if we use her fancy conditioner?” Teasing, with his fingers already slicked up and trailing over Daniel’s hole.
“Don’t- god- don’t talk about my mom right now asshole.”
“No,” Johnny agrees, placing a small kiss at the top of Daniel’s spine. “Not when there are more important things to do with my mouth.” And then he’s leaning over Daniel, first finger pressing into him, and kissing Bobby, right there in Daniel’s face.
“Fuck–” Daniel hisses, hips bucking forward to meet Bobby’s again, who moans appreciatively, and then back to get more of Johnny’s finger.
Johnny slides in and out of him for a moment, letting Daniel adjust to the stretch of his finger before adding a second, breaking away from Bobby, pressing lightly on the top of his head. “How’re you feelin’ LaRusso?” Curls his fingers forward as Bobby takes Daniel back in his mouth.
“I- hnn- good, ah! So good, you can add another, please.” He’s jerking, driving his hips backward wildly. “Please, I need more need–”
Johnny indulges him, adds a third finger, and curls them all to touch that spot in Daniel that makes white-hot pleasure dance along his spine. Johnny’s mouth brushes his neck, down the line of his throat to the juncture of his throat and his shoulder and he bites.
Daniel hisses and jerks forward and back again, burying his hands in Bobby’s hair and pulling in a gentle apology for fucking his mouth like a savage. Bobby seems unperturbed, hallowing his cheeks and bumping his nose against Daniel’s dark curls.
“Shit,” Daniel breathes out. “Shit, Johnny I need–”
“I know,” interrupts Johnny, pulling out his fingers and chuckling when Daniel whines at their loss. “Here,” Johnny says carefully, placing his hand on Daniel’s lower back. “Lean forward a little, use your hands- there you go,” he says when Daniel gets the message and bends slightly at the waist, pressing his hands flat against the tile.
He feels one of Johnny’s hands stroke over his flank, “Bobby?” he asks. “Hold him open for me?”
Shit.
Bobby reaches up and around, pulling Daniel further into his mouth as he spreads him open. Daniel’s mouth drops open when he feels Johnny behind him, cock in hand as he slides it over Daniel’s hole again and again.
“Are you ready for this?” He asks, and then before Daniel can answer, he’s sliding in. “Oh, shit.”
Daniel can’t– he can’t, “Ohhh.”
“Shit,” Johnny agrees. He pushes all the way in and holds there, reaching around to stop the movement of Bobby’s head. Let’s Daniel really feel it. He’s so full. “You’re so tight,” murmurs Johnny, awe in his voice, and Daniel whines.
“Move. Move please–” Daniel distantly thinks that maybe he should be embarrassed at how much he’s begging but he doesn’t have the brain space to be.
Johnny indulges him, slides out slowly before pushing back in, and the movement jostles Bobby, who swallows around him.
Daniel sags forward, held up by Bobby’s hands on his waist and Johnny’s iron grip on his hip as Johnny rocks in and out, making Daniel see stars.
“Oh shit,” he gasps out. “Oh shit, oh shit.” He feels Johnny lean toward him, face pressing into his back, and the angle pushes his cock into Daniel’s prostate, driving against it over and over.
Another strangled moan and a gasp, “Oh shit, Johnny, I’m– fuck.”
Even though he’s breathing raggedly, Johnny still manages to smirk against Daniel’s back, sound smug when he says, “Bobby, he’s about to come. You ready for it?”
Bobby moans appreciatively around Daniel’s dick, and he realizes that his hand is moving, near his lap, and oh shit. He redoubles his efforts, taking Daniel down to the root on every stroke, reaching back to rolls with Daniel’s tightening balls in his free hand.
“You gonna come for us Daniel?” Johnny murmurs in his ear, hips fucking into him harder than ever. “Gonna let us make it all up to you? Maybe we can work out a system, you tally up every bruise we gave you last semester, and we’ll give you an orgasm for each one. That sound good?”
Daniel can’t answer, because he’s too busy coming, hips finally stilling as Johnny pushes forward into him, driving Daniel’s spurting cock into Bobby’s willing throat over and over.
Johnny fucks Daniel through the aftershocks, pulling out right before coming with his own low groan all over Daniel’s back. And he’s just gotten clean.
Johnny keeps his face pressed against Daniel’s back, lets out a broken, “Come on Bobby,” and then Bobby’s gone too, thrusting up into the tight circle of his fist all over his thighs.
Bobby leans against Daniel’s leg for a moment, and his spent cock gives an interested twitch at the closeness of the mouth that held him so well.
They all sit in appreciative silence as they catch their breath.
Finally, Daniel speaks up, “You are so forgiven."
Re: Fill part 2/2: Re: KK: Johnny/Bobby, Johnny/Daniel/Bobby, apology
Date: 2021-04-03 05:54 am (UTC)UNF.
KK but it’s baseball; Daniel/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-03 06:03 am (UTC)Re: Robby/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-03 06:31 am (UTC)I’ll send it to you as soon as I’m done.
Just give me about a week or two because the writing process sometimes takes a while.
I was definitely inspired though. 💗
Re: Robby/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-03 09:45 am (UTC)Thank you so much for taking my prompt am super excited.
Re: KK but it’s baseball; Daniel/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-03 12:02 pm (UTC)KK: Daniel/Johnny, headband bondage/gagging
Date: 2021-04-03 08:53 pm (UTC)After the tournament, Daniel and Johnny get together. Johnny brings his old fantasy up with Daniel—but to his surprise, Daniel ends up tying Johnny up with his own headband. Johnny loves it.
+Johnny doesn’t want to tell Daniel about this fantasy, but Daniel guesses/works it out of him somehow
+Johnny figures their relationship is just casual sex at first, and is shocked at how possessive he feels when he brings up the fantasy again, and how into the idea of Daniel casually doing what he likes with Johnny’s headband he is
+Daniel steals the headband and walks around at school with it tied around his wrist; Johnny loses his mind
Re: KK: Daniel/Johnny, headband bondage/gagging
Date: 2021-04-03 09:21 pm (UTC)You know KK!Daniel would flip the script like that.
CK: Johnny/Daniel, past Johnny/other noncon, uncomfortable student conversation
Date: 2021-04-03 11:27 pm (UTC)So, this is going to be a slightly long and involved prompt. Bear with me!
One of the students (I am think Aisha, or one of the other shyer kids) has a crush on Johnny, and one day after class tries to come onto him. Johnny immediately assumes this is acting out / risky behavior because the kid is being abused by another adult. In his awkward, tactless way, he tries to: a) gently turn the kid down, b) let them know that they’re safe, and c) find out who is actually hurting them. Which baffles awkward/crushed kid, who was just trying to live by the “strike first, no fear” method. Over the course of Johnny trying to reassure them, it becomes obvious that Johnny himself was abused by a teacher in high school. And, resultantly, acted in some really self-destructive ways. Whichever kid is horrified, and ends up blurting out the whole thing to either Sam or Miguel, who then tells Daniel.
Daniel is obviously also horrified by this, and tries to talk to Johnny about it. And is confused/weirded out when Johnny is not a total mess about it, but is able to talk about it fairly straightforwardly, and is relieved that the student who came onto him is not a danger. And Johnny is confused/amused at Daniel being baffled. (“Seriously, Larusso? With all my fucked up shit, this is the one you worry about?”) Because Johnny has seen enough creeps to know that creeps are creeps, full stop, and it’s like the only one of his traumas he doesn’t blame himself for.
Bonus points if it was not Kreese, and Johnny is super hurt/offended that Daniel would think he would have let Kreese even set foot in the dojo if he sexually preyed on kids. (Which comes with a whole host of other issues, given the apparent disconnect between Johnny’s understanding of one form of abuse and not the other Very Real forms of abuse he was subjected to by his Sensei and his stepdad.)
Extra bonus if it makes Daniel see Johnny in a different light for how much he’s grown (the way he handled things with the student) rather than for another way he has been victimized.
Re: CK: Johnny/Daniel, past Johnny/other noncon, uncomfortable student conversation
Date: 2021-04-04 12:34 am (UTC)Re: Robby/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-04 03:31 am (UTC)So I'll be posting it on there and then I'll share the link here.
You should think about making an account on here (that way it'll email you when you get a message).
Re: CK: Johnny/Daniel, past Johnny/other noncon, uncomfortable student conversation
Date: 2021-04-04 03:58 am (UTC)Re: Robby/Johnny
Date: 2021-04-04 04:37 am (UTC)I'll be checking my messages, thank you!
Johnny/Sam, Cunnilingus
Date: 2021-04-04 07:54 am (UTC)Johnny is Johnny and just kinda figures it's not REALLY deflowering your co-sensei's kid if you just eat her out once, right?
Bonus for squirting and Johnny getting hornier over it than he intended.
Re: Johnny/Sam, Cunnilingus
Date: 2021-04-04 08:15 am (UTC)