Yes, they do
From Torg Adventure
You imagine the Anns' new life. They disappear, taking Justin with them.
Rachael settles into the back seat and strokes your arm. “I hope you two don't mind me joining you.”
“Not at all,” you say. Corrine's bouncing on your cock feels great, but cumming now wouldn't help your sexy chauffeur much, so you wish to hold off. “One thing, though. There's an award show being covered live that I want to see. Could you turn on the TV?”
Rachael smiles sweetly and flips on the limo's TV. Some redhead comedian is talking about the stars as they walk down the red carpet. A long, white limo pulls up. All four Anns step out wearing matching white dresses.
“Oh yuck, I hate these stuck up bitches,” says Rachael.
Corrine turns to look at the TV, slowing her pace on your cock to concentrate. “Yeah, I met them at a Hollywood party once. They really are as shallow and bossy as they seem.”
Despite saying she hates them, Rachael watches the Anns intently. “Who's that guy they're always dragging around with them?”
“Oh, that's Justin, their boyfriend,” says Corrine.
“They have one boyfriend for all of them? With all their billions, you'd think they could each afford their own. And why does he look so confused?”
You laugh. “He's probably not happy about suddenly living in Hollywood, dragged around by his super rich girlfriends. But hey, that's what they wanted, so that's what he's stuck with.”
The Anns walk off the screen, causing your girls to lose interest. Corrine goes back to fucking you hard while Rachael pulls your head in for a deep kiss. Corrine gets more and more excited until she cums, gushing all over your cock. She crawls off and Rachael takes her place enthusiastically.
As the brown haired girl thrashes on your dick, you decide their's no point in her being poor if the Anns aren't around anymore. You restore her family's wealth. Her chauffeur hat and black jacket are replaced with a tight pink t-shirt, but you keep her in the black miniskirt and black leather boots.
Rachael leans down and bites your ear. The pain shoots through your body, making every other feeling more acute, especially the pressure of her tight pussy squeezing your cock. You let yourself cum as she cums and the two of your kiss savagely.
Eventually you both collapse. Rachael and Colleen sit on either side of you and lay their heads on your chest. You stroke their hair idly.
“Can we go get something to eat?” asks Colleen.
“Sure.” You press a button on the ceiling. “Driver?”
The divider between the back seat and the front lowers. Jake Valden, former captain of the football team and current high school drop out, looks back at you. “Where to, sir?”
Where to?
