When we both come to our senses, Greg gets up quickly. As if he's getting burned by my presence. He just took his clothes and didn't even bother wearing them and left me without a word. It felt like I just got used to his pleasure and didn't even bother to look at me afterward.
We had angry sex before but this is the worst! He didn't even say a word afterward. I got up and decided to take a shower. His cum still drips out of me. That means that he went here to fuck me. It's not making love because he didn't even seem to do it like before.
Did his love for me just fade away? It seems like it is because of how he took me earlier. But I can't give up on him. He waited to find me for 500 years. It's impossible that his love just disappeared like that. I turned on the shower and let my worries be washed out.