…… there is foreplay involved?
Sure! Like, say, when I’m distracting you by playfully touching you with my right hand while the left is pouring something in your drink. Or when I’m running a dictionary attack against one of your accounts, so I can open it up wide and scroll through all the things you’ve prayed I’d never see. Or when I’m discreetly following you home late at night, and thinking about how your bed is going to feel when I’m in it… and you.
Of course, if I’m doing it right, you won’t actually feel the foreplay until much later. And by then, hell, you’ll have already felt much worse.