You deny her the chance at a response by way of mashing your lips together. What ensued was several uninterrupted minutes of the two of you furiously making out in the closet like a pair of horny teenagers. And she was really getting into it, too! But you guess that’s what a long period of virtual exile will do to a gal. That’s still fucking criminal as far as you’re concerned. Seriously, what kind of flaming gaylord turns down some prime hotness like this over a broken horn? Or were stallions just as fruity as their colour schemes made them out to be?