Threatening? No, Promising.

Not minutes after 5:00 PM did they burst through the front door, tearing the clothes from each other’s bodies. Now, as the sun rises outside the window of their bedded sexfight, we find them unconscious, laying hand-in-hand, clits even now only inches apart, threatening – or perhaps promising to re-engage as soon as they wake.

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