In a posh, sunlit bedroom, Tyrone stands nervously by the bed, wearing nothing but a silk robe. He's waiting for his date, who's running late. He begins to pace, feeling anxious and aroused. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. He smooths down his robe, taking a deep breath before opening it.
"Sorry, I'm... I'm hypoallergenic," she says, holding up a pillowcase. "I didn't want to use your sheets." She's beautiful, her face flushed, her eyes shining brightly. He can't help but stare.
"It's just a joke," she adds apologetically, stepping into the room. "I shouldn't have brought it up." She tugs at his robe, revealing his hardened member underneath "It's alright," he reassures her, taking her hand in his and leading her to the bed.
