"Erin tastes good. You're next."
From Torg Adventure
The letters in the fog spelled out, "Erin tastes good. You're next." Impressed that Molly used "you're" correctly, an image of her licking out Erin in the shower made my cock swell; the imagined scene of Molly sucking me down got me completely hard. I wiped the mirror to erase the message.
I got the shower running, undressed, and stepped in. The hot water spray felt good. I squirted some shampoo in my hand and lathered up. I took some suds down to my groin and got it all soapy. My fingers stroked my prick as I imagined Molly sucking me, and then turning around so I could fuck her from behind. It didn't take me long to shoot pearl-white jism down the drain as thoughts of her screaming in passion filled my brain. I finished washing and got out, drying myself on my towel. I got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom.
Everyone was ready to go eat.
What happens next?
