Pajama Pants Steve walked in to the room gripping his dick from outside his 'jamas. All the girls looked over and giggled, glanced at one another with wide-eyed admiration. Pajama Pants Steve had a motherfucking bulge, that noticeable kind, like a half cantaloupe. The girls started to come toward him and tease him, toy with his pecs and thighs, laughing and smiling. Pajama Pants Steve knew the routine. A sexual clusterfuck would occur within the hour. Pajama Pants Steve is better than you, and he doesn't even have to try.