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And here you are again. This time you're bent over a bathroom sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. You stare into your blue eyes as he fucks you, doing his best to make himself cum. You just want it to end. You're tired, he's not the man you want to be fucking you right now. You want to communicate to him; to go faster, deeper, but all you can muster out of your mouth are a couple of fake moans. The only reason you came earlier was because he was choking you. If he hadn't, you would probably have felt nothing. You had done hookups before plenty of times but there was no connection with him. It's awkward as you both get dressed in silence. There's no aftercare but you don't want it from him. You just want him to leave and never text you again. But he will text you, once each day to see if you're busy or something. And he will continue until you're not busy. You can't help but wonder why he won't just go fuck someone else?