Chocolate Thunder, the towering black stallion, finds himself alone and horny, his massive BBC throbbing with anticipation. He retreats to the bathroom, the scent of his musk filling the air. The sound of the shower running echoes as he sits on the edge of the tub, his thick, veiny cock in hand. He strokes it slowly, feeling the blood pulse through it, growing harder and longer with each caress. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently, imagining the warm, wet mouth of a eager slut wrapped around his shaft. He picks up the pace, his breath hitching as he nears the edge, his cock twitching as he releases a torrent of hot, sticky cum, painting the floor with his essence.