"ANON!" You hear a deep rumbling scream from the living room, you're still in the bathroom drying your freshly showered head.
"Yeah babe?" You poke your head out, Kronii is rushing towards you like a bull. She's wearing another one of your hoodies and black lacy underwear.
She locks your elbow with hers, dragging you towards the bedroom. You manage to save the towel around your lower body that had almost unraveled from your waist.
W-What's wrong?" She's not answering you, the thudding of her bare feet punctuating just how angry she was. You suspect she must have fucked up the stream somehow?
She outright barges in the bedroom, you're deposited on the bed with a judo like throw, your towel flying away in the process.
Kronii straddles you, she doesn't give you any room to recover. She pulls down her panties, and shoves them into your mouth like a gag.
You can taste hints of her crotch sweat and urine.
She lifts her ass up, and slams down on your dick with butt clenching force. You almost choke on her panties.
"FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!" She's cursing out with every thrusting motion, you fucking love the hate sex. Her wet walls constricting your poor dick as she violently rocks to and fro.
Her nails were on your chest, scratching violently and leaving reddened claw marks . You can only tighten your bite on her underwear in pain.
Though a little out of it by the intense energy gathering in your lower parts, you still had some presence of mind to notice she was clearly upset about something.
Her grunts of anger and frustration give way to a little more sobbing and whimpering. Her ire wasn't being directed towards you or anyone else, it was was self-inflicted.
You shoot your load, at the same time she completely breaks down emotionally. She gives off one final cry that's a mix of raging pleasure and despondent sadness. You can feel the droplets of her tears falling on your stomach. She's trying to wipe off the snot on her nose with the sleeves of the hoodie.
You remove the panties from your mouth, licking your teeth to expunge the taste.
You're panting in exuberance, that was some amazing fucking. There wasn't time to bask in the after glow however.
You grab her on the hips, tugging down the hoodie gently. She slowly falls into your awaiting embrace.
She's crying on top of your chest, sniffles and mucus making her difficult to understand.
"Why am I like this?" You just rub her on the back. Your dick still hard and suffocated by her vagina, you can feel the sticky mix of your cum and her fluids.
"Come one babe, you need to relax a bit. Not everything is a competition." You pat her on the back, kissing her on the cheek.
"I can't, I'm always like this. I can't change it." She's planting her face down on your sternum, her tears, snot and your blood intermingling and undoing whatever your shower was trying to accomplish.
"Can't change is a strong word, you have all the time in the world you know." You lift her head, you need to see her face to face.
Her blue eyes are bloodshot, you can see long strings of snot connecting your chest to her nose.
You bring her head closer, giving her a kiss on her stained lips.
She dumbly accepts it.
You know she wasn't a bad person, she just had issues, like everyone else.
You weren't going to judge her for it, and neither would her friends.
She would know, eventually.