Horny Guy's appetite for women is insatiable, his craving for their luscious bodies a constant, throbbing ache. Today, he finds solace in the company of his thoughts and his hand, his imagination running wild with the images of the women he loves to watch. He likes them all, but it's the ones with the big, round booties that truly set his soul on fire. He picturizes them, their bodies writhing, their moans echoing, as he strokes himself, his heart pounding in his chest. He's not just jerking off, he's paying tribute, worshiping the goddesses that haunt his dreams.