Temper Tantrums Turn Tumescent

In a fit of rage, she screams, 'I hate you!', he retorts, 'You love it, you fucking slut!'. The insult stokes her fire, she lunges, they tumble to the floor. Clothes are torn off, bodies writhing, their fight turning into a fierce fuck. He pins her down, she bucks against him, their bodies slick with sweat and their combined juices. They fuck like they're trying to hurt each other, but every thrust brings them closer, every curse a whisper of ecstasy. Their bodies convulse in tandem, their anger spent, their lust sated, leaving them gasping and entwined.

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