“No Brandy, I think I can take care of myself for a little bit.”
You roll over and realize that you’re sporting a stiffy, which is amazing considering that you were dreaming about cubes. You decide that this must be some kind of sign, and as such, you’re going to masturbate in the shower, an old pass-time that you picked up in your adolescent years.
You quickly fix yourself a couple of toaster pastries and hop in the shower.
You let the steam envelop you as warm droplets of water soak your coat. You place your hoof on the old sarge, ready to give him a good polishing, but you realize that you don’t know what you want to think about while you’re getting the job done.
You begin rubbing in desperation as your cock flops down to a half chub. You close your eye’s and try to imagine something. You want to get this done in the shower today to avoid clean-up.