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You can't help but think to yourself, "How did I let this happen?" while a plain looking man tries his best to fuck you. You stare at the ceiling, tracing the unintentional patterns. You do your best to zone out but his hot breath on your neck distracts you from dissociating. All you can think about is the man you wished was fucking you but he's not here and this guy is the next best thing. This guy isn't awful and you're doing your best to enjoy yourself but he keeps missing all the right spots. He did eat you out however and it was a nice change of pace from all the other dudes you've been fucking. But his head game felt like your ex's, not that it's a bad thing, it just felt nostalgic in a bad way. Your thighs are wrapped around his neck and he tries desperately to make you cum. You continue to stare at the ceiling, trying to picture your favorite hookups curly hair and hazel eyes but it doesn't work. This man's blond hair and blue eyes are engraved into your skull. He inserts two fingers into you, making you moan out. Finally, something different. You think back to your past hookups and think about how they would pull your hair, slap your ass, choke you, but he kept you in one position. Everything he did to you felt good but plain. You continued to stay in missionary, getting louder as he pumped himself into you. Your moans were fake of course but you couldn't hurt his feelings. You understood that getting out of a long term relationship hurt and that he was only using your body as self-expression. You felt bad that you couldn't reciprocate the feeling of excitement and passion but he simply wasn't him.