Wait

Ethan waits around, unsure of what to really do with himself.

{if Peeped =True}Try as he might, he can’t stop thinking about Layla the other night. His cock stiffens slightly, imaging her voluptuous chest, pink nipples, and seductive curves.{endif}{if Gay =1} His mind also lingers on the fat slab of meat between her legs. He was still processing that.{endif}

After a few minutes of just sitting alone, the sound of the door opening catches his attention, a familiar blonde head of hair walking in.

"I'm baack!" Layla wipes her feet on the door mat, holding up a bottle. "Look what I got!"