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Mike looked down at Anita,he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. "Oh you big, strong handsome masculine man,you" Anita says,her bright green balls lost in Mike's brown ones. "Anita~" he said all seductive like (Because this thing:"~") "Anita,inhale my scent and be my mate*growling noises*"
Anita inhales his strong muscular scent "Oh Mike yes,I will,I'm yours" and they began smooching but not with their fists like they do in the mirror to practise,no,they kiss each other. Swapping spit and shit (Did any of them check for any mouth diseases?Ew😨). They lock lips in a passionate smooch sesh,the world around them fading into nothing,quite literally cause the China,Russia,U.S.A and Antarctica decided to nuke the world because the presidents were gifted black licorice by the others presidents.
Mike ignored his General on his walkie talkie calling out to him"Hawk,Sergeant Hawk!",it was all irrelevant with Miss Anita his OTSM in his gigantic strong,masculine,calused hands.