Just cock

Ordinarily you'd try to find something sexy on your phone, but that's of course out of the question since your phone probably gasped its last. Ugh. So, it's your imagination, or nothing.

What your imagination settles on is that kiss, every little scorching hot second of it. He might have freaked out and rejected you, but Dex can't pretend that kiss wasn't amazing. And he did sort of march straight up the hill to immediately beat off in the shower.

By the time you've gotten yourself worked up enough to get your hands dirty, so to speak, you're throbbing all over thinking about, basically, how badly you want to be fucked by, like, all the dicks. Or even just one, especially if it has a lot of stamina. You're about to slide two fingers inside yourself and try to get off just so you can concentrate on literally anything else, but then the door opens unexpectedly, startling the hell out of you, and Dex retrieves something from the dresser top and leaves again, shutting the door again... most of the way. "She's asleep," you hear him report.