It's almost too hot to fuck. Even with the air conditioner, I'm sweaty and sticky. Even with the blinds drawn, the sun comes in at harsh angles. Even with the ceiling fans, the air feels stale and heavy. The sun is barely up and already I don't want to move. But your barely-awake body is still enticing. I can't help but run my finger up and down your damp flesh. Fully awake now, you roll over to kiss me. Even though I think it can't get any hotter, our temperatures spike, and it's not too hot to fuck after all.