He started thrusting unhurriedly until he noticed the look on her face and heard her sniff. For all he cared she could cry herself a river. Like he told her he had crossed the point of no return. They changed positions so as to gain more access then hit a home run. He leaned over to ask what the matter was then she started with all the, 'I told you to stop' shit. Almost feeling bad, he wore my pyjamas, went to the living room and poured himself a drink...
