Colin gripped his less than impressive dick and began to furiously slide his hand up and down in a desperate attempt to make himself hard. Given his material (Margaret attempting to do sexy poses despite having no experience and thus looking more like a braless girl in her panties trying to do awkward, stilted ballet), it was not gonna be easy.
'Come on dick, harden. Your existence depends on it!' Colin thought as he rubbed it even harder; Margaret squished her B-Cups together and kneaded them like dough, but only succeeded in turning herself on.
Colin felt his member stiffen up after another couple of minutes.
"Yes. We have a hard on going! Keep it up!" Colin said, unaware of how loud he was in his excitement. Every rub he got louder as his member got harder and extened out.
Unfortunately, Jack had just walked in to be greeted by Colin sliding his grip up and down his cock instead of getting to it. The man's brow furled, his hands shaking with rage as Colin was oblivious to what was transpiring.
"It's hard! It's hard! It's haaaaaaaar----" Colin went from cheering to feeling terrified as the old man forcefully drug them out back and tossed them to the bimbos.
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Game Over: Maybe you should have done that a bit more quietly.