In a small apartement, a guy was rushing down the hallway.
He had a beer in one hand and his phone in the other, checking the live score of the game. He reached his son's room, barging right in and shoving the door open.
"Are we winning, son?" he yelled.
His son was sprawled out on the bed, with cock buried deep inside a girl wearing a big Blacklist jersey riding him. Both were frozen like deer in headlights.
"Dad!" the son screamed. He scrambled to grab the bedsheets, frantically pulling them over the girl to hide her sexy ass cheeks as she tried to dive behind him to get out of sight. "I told you to knock before coming in!"
The dad just stood there for a second, blinking. He slowly set his beer down on the floor and put his hands on his hips.
"It's the game of the year and you're fucking, son?"
"Dad!" the guy yelled again.
"All right, all right, I'm going, keep playing with your sister," the man grumbled.
