Anna and John had been arguing about their finances for weeks. They loved each other but couldn't seem to come to an agreement. In an attempt to resolve their differences, they decided to take matters into their own hands - literally.
As they sat across from each other at the dining table, Anna slowly unbuttoned John's shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She ran her fingers across his chest hair, her eyes locked on his. John returned her gaze, his heart racing.
Anna stood up, her skirt falling to the ground, revealing her red lace lingerie. She walked slowly towards John, her hips swaying. John watched, transfixed, as she reached him and pressed herself against him.
Leaning in, Anna whispered in John's ear, "I have an idea. If we can last 30 minutes without arguing, we'll go out for ice cream.
