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In the throes of a heated argument, she storms off, leaving him alone with his phone. But she returns, silent as a shadow, and watches him from the doorway. His hand idly strokes his hardening cock through his pants, his eyes glued to his screen. She approaches, stealthy, and unzips him. He looks up, startled, but she's already taken his cock out and is stroking it, her other hand playing with her own pussy, her feet bare on the cold floor.