Scene Description:
Charles barged into his neighbor Rachel's place clutching a bottle of wine, ready to vent about his girlfriend's total refusal to let him get rough and dominant in bed. Rachel waved off the booze—she knew one glass on a weeknight would have her inhibitions melting fast—but as he complained, she leaned in close and purred that some women get soaking wet for a man who just takes control and fucks like he owns it. Charles caught the hint instantly, slamming the bottle down before grabbing her, tongues clashing as they crashed onto the sofa in a frantic, sweaty tangle of groping hands, ripped clothes, and desperate grinding.
