My eyes fill with tears, and when he sees them, something changes in his demeanour. A feeling runs between us. Animosity. He slams in hard, and I wince. He’s angry, and I scrunch up my face as he gives it to me hard. He’s angry that I’m making him do this… that he has to go through with the betrayal. I scrunch my eyes shut as he fucks me. There’s no emotion. There’s no love. He’s shut down—blocked me out. He’s thinking about someone else. This is a seminal transfusion. He slams me one, two, three times, and he holds himself deep.
She is annoying. I cannot deal with her at this point. I need her to shut up and be there for him.
