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nice guys finish last had never felt more true. did this dude even cum? she had tried on top, underneath, backwards, forwards, grinding, pounding, sucking, even pinching and through it all - the same vacant smile, the same dumb facial expression. she wanted to slap it off him. don't be mean she told herself. at first she'd been into it. she felt a slight thrill on his behalf at being out of his league, giving him a shot. she actually did cum fairly early on while riding him. now she was nearing physical exhaustion. the fucker had barely moved. "it's 'Ok!" he said "i can finish myself off". "sure" she grimaced - a mixture of frustration and hurt and defeat -  she felt exposed now, unattractive. he seemed to perk up, veering upright, a flicker behind his eyes locked on her face. he gripped his cock. he began to pump and grunt. 'you're so beautiful' he said between gritted teeth. the smile was gone now, his face tense, pink, sweat on his brow. he was looking past her now, through her, to some strange alien vista. his eyes glazed over, he exhaled some strange guttural croak and shuddered. and stopped. cum dribbled to the bed. 'better slurp it up before it stains.' he said. confused, she tried to form words but it was like her mouth was full of rocks. he stared at her blankly "im kidding" he said mopping it with a tissue, the smile had returned to his face.