Are You Winning, Son?

Brick Danger's got his eyes glued to the screen, thumbs flying, until Riley Jacobs drops onto the couch beside him. Her top's barely holding her tits, and every time she leans in to ask another dumb question about the game his stare slips right to the deep valley between them. He tries to keep playing, but Riley starts talking about how worried she is, how he wastes all his time chasing fake girls when a real, grown woman could rock his world. He shrugs, admits he's got zero game. Riley smiles like a cat who just spotted cream, pops open another button on her shirt, and scoots closer. The real lesson is about to start.