It’s a calm Saturday night. Your cock is throbbing. On your desk is a bottle of lotion, your mom gave it to you to moisturize your face and get rid of pimples, but you had other uses. Adjacent to it a box of tissues, which are now scarce due to Corona-Chan coming to steal boomer lungs. As you machine gun jackhammer your death grip bloodshot semi chub with your roided doom fist to some hot anime titties, dad walks in. You don’t even notice. The moans of the 2D cum dumpster are blasting into your ears too loud, so you can’t hear him approach. He leans over your shoulder, the anime girl being pounded in plain sight. He turns to you and asks, “Are ‘ya winning, son?”
