What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Crying Baby

"Which is really confusing because, sir, I am the mother of your child—" The man above me groans in frustration, pressing a pillow harshly in my face, suffocating the air out of my lungs.

My throat burned from the inability to breathe. My eyes followed back to visit my brain, the thrusting he kept lunging inside me, the walls of my inside, felt the breeze of touches, with a spark of intensity, rushing to my brain.

By the time I was able to breathe, he was taking off this condom, drooping low from the heavy cum he had thrusted out with excitement.

"Look at my kids, a little sad they can't put their exercise to use." He showed it off in my face, shaking it so close in my eyesight I can't even see it anymore, but a blur of whites and rubber. I'm disgust-UED!

"Hey, whatta slapping the juniors for?" He groaned, bending down to the floor to pick up his 'boys' after I smacked the nasty sight out of my view.

"Your so-called juniors are useless in worrying for. Unless they were lucky enough to grow up into fine men, with a much bigger dick than yourself—" I rolled to the end of the bed, opposite him, and got off, tying my hair in a pointy tail.

"Then, it is such a shame." I escape from him.

"You slut!" I hear a solid object breaking from the impact it received, being smashed into the bathroom door the moment I closed it. Oh damn! That was close.

For the rest of the time, I washed myself clean. I don't know why I decided to go with this guy; he's been such a pain in the ass, trying every other week to get it on. I gave him a chance, only to be terribly horrible at sex and smaller than average! Fucking smaller than a snail!

I shouldn't disrespect such cute mollusks*. I shook my head.

Thank goodness, by the time I was done, that expired thing had fallen asleep in the snuggle of his "juniors." BLEUH!

"I should probably get tested. You never know what is it with the guys you go with..." I mumble to myself, disgusted by the whole thing.

The only act I enjoyed was having a pillow suffocating me; I was lucky enough to climax, even if it was only with the help of a pillow.

When I looked up, I almost stumbled forward and into a trash can, but I held up and stood still just fine.

A smaller height had bumped into me, and when I looked down, I saw a kid in all designer clothes... a kid seriously has more expensive clothes, costing more than my rent?... Ouch.

The kid was ready to bawl his eyes out, looking to apology, he started crying even more!

"El?!" He hugged my leg and cried until his sleeve paws were wet as a rag, shaking my shirt closer.

Is this how we will always 'bump' into each other? Is this kid always being lost?!

"WAAAAAA!! WA!" He won't stop crying! "WHAAAAA!!"

I know I find kids cute sometimes, but this is really giving me a headache!

I bent down and picked him up, rocking him left and right in my arms, but he wouldn't stop crying and kept trying to jump out of my arms and drag me to who-knows-where. I followed him and saw a shiny, large ass car's door wide open. The voice coming out of it was so small and irritatingly loud, it seemed to have tired itself out, but couldn't stop crying.

El jumped out of my arms and climbed into the car, in there cried a small baby, buckled up, and face full of sticky snots and other who-knows-what.

I followed in, cleaning the baby's face with my sleeve, seeing nothing else to help, as the cries became louder than El's, who, by the way, is staring so deeply at the baby, at a loss for what to do.