With each thrust he makes, a tear drops from my eye. His groans fill my ears, sickening me deep in my stomach.
"Oh Sarah, you feel so good, gosh!" he moans, his pace quickening.
He groans again, this time louder and the next minute, he is climaxing with full force.
Immediately he climbs down my body, I find myself rushing towards the toilet, too sick in my stomach to wait. I couldn't even raise the toilet seat before everything I ate that afternoon begins spilling out of me.
By the time I am done, I feel too weak in my knees to walk. I begin sliding down the wall, watching my world come crashing down.
I don't know how long I stayed there before Dave comes knocking on the door, "Hey? Are you okay?" he asks in a gentle tone.
Anyone hearing him right wouldn't know that he is the same devil that just ripped my soul apart a few minutes ago.
"Get the hell out!"
"Hey… I just wanna know how you're doing. Can I—"
