You look at yourself, giving that little wink that means you're ready. You shake your head, not in the mood right now. You press a little, trying to get some action. But you keep telling yourself no. Finally you snap. It isn't about the sex anymore. It's about the principle. You get your way.
You rip your shirt off, roughly rubbing your nipples. Then pants, and finally underwear. You're openly crying now, as you have your way with your unwilling self. You feel a wave of guilt as your body seemingly betrays you when you climax.
You lay there silently weeping. It happened again and you promised yourself it wouldn't.
Now you have to buy this
