In the heat of their quarrel, they're oblivious to the world, their voices raised, bodies tensed. Suddenly, she lunges, pushing him onto the couch. Straddling him, she grinds her hips, her breath ragged. "You want to make me angry?" she hisses, "I'll show you anger." She unzips his pants, frees his erection, and takes him into her mouth. He groans, his hands fisting her hair. Their makeup sex is raw, passionate, a dance of dominance and submission, each seeking to outdo the other in pleasuring and being pleased.