Bathroom Dick Pic

Slipping his phone out of his pocket, Ethan finds a flattering angle and takes a picture, marveling again at the great lighting. Thinking with his other head, he sends the dick pic to Heather, keeping his phone in hand. Just in case.

A moment later, after he’s not pointed at the ceiling, he’s finally able to start relieving himself, and at the same time his phone buzzes.

H: :o

H: <3

Emoji speak like that typically meant she couldn't talk. Ethan slipped his phone away, as the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs reach him.

“Ethan,” Layla calls. “I’m just going to change. Do you mind showing yourself out?”

“No problem,” Ethan calls back, the sound of her voice making his cock semi-hard cock twitch, forcing him to adjust himself. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Take your time.” Her footsteps move away.

Finishing, Ethan takes a moment to wipe the rim of the bowl, just incase his twitch left anything behind. Moving to the sink, Ethan starts washing his hands, noting Layla has some expensive-looking soap.

“AHHHHH!” A scream, bloodcurdling and shrill, rings through the house.

“Layla?!” Ethan turns and opens the door, running towards the source of the scream on the urging of some instinct or another.

Running down the hall, Ethan burst past another closed door, entering what he vaguely remembers to be his neighbor's bedroom. “Layl-Ah!”