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In the throes of a sultry night, our mysterious prowler, unseen and unheard, prowls the city streets, his heart pounding with anticipation. He spots a mature, curvy woman, her dress clinging to her body, accentuating every curve. He can't resist. He sneaks up behind her, his hand sliding around her waist, his breath hot on her neck. She gasps, but doesn't pull away, instead, she leans into his touch, her body responding to his boldness. His hand ventures lower, cupping her breast, then sliding down to her thigh, hiking up her skirt. She moans softly, her body yearning for more, but just as things start to get heated, a distant voice breaks the spell, and they both freeze, their hearts pounding in sync.