Brooklyn Nine Nine
Peralta was horny. Not, like, a little horny, but full blown blue balls horny. If he didn't get laid any time soon, there was a strong chance he'd start dry humping strangers's legs. Oh God. He'd be treating strangers like Charles treat him. Jake shuddered. The thought was too grim. Perhaps another trip to the loo to beat himself off was on the agenda. It didn't help that Amy was sitting across from him with her tits straining to burst out of her shirt. Fuck. That girl was perfect. He realised,...