Go to the kitchen on your own
From Create Your Own Story
Your footsteps echo softly down the dimly lit hallway as you approach the kitchen, the scent of last night's wine and something muskier hanging in the air. Your fingers wrap around the cool metal handle—click—the door swings open, flooding your vision with golden afternoon light filtering through massive patio doors.
But your eyes don't linger on the view.
Because there, spread shamelessly across the polished oak dining table, is Kevin—your best friend—completely bare, his toned back arched, knees pressed into the wood. His fingers grip the table's edge as he pushes his ass higher into the air, presenting himself. The sight punches the breath from your lungs: his taut cheeks parted just enough to glimpse the pink furl of his hole, his thick, uncut cock swaying heavily between his thighs, already half-hard.
"Come get me, Dad," he purrs, voice dripping with honeyed sin as he cranes his neck to peer over his shoulder—right at you.
Your mouth goes dry. His does too—eyes widening in recognition. Heat floods both your faces.
Then, a warm hand settles on your shoulder.
Mr. Cooper's breath tickles your ear as he leans in, his chuckle uneven. "Relax, Jake... It's just—ah—a little game we play." His chuckle is strained and awkward
Do you say :
game hu? Well I wanna play too
Or
