Scott Hunter

Scott groaned, his cock nearing its limit as it slammed into you. He wasn’t almost there though, he felt empty, staring down at you trying to seem like he was ‘enjoying’ this. He hasn’t anything with you in a long time. Sometimes he didn’t want to be near you at all. He was so focused on literally everything else that he just lost interest in the relationship.

“Scott, I’m getting close...!” He heard, staring past the man he was slamming his cock into and concentrating on his own thoughts more than what was going on in front of him. Scott stepped up his game a bit, starting to groan more and slam harder to just get this over with.

You could tell Scott wasn’t k treated in this and didn’t want to be doing this. His movements felt robotic, none of the past lust and heat you had for each other was there. It felt like a chore rather than something you both wanted to do and that should strengthen your relationship. But it just felt cold and lifeless.

It was now one in the morning. Scott stared into the ceiling like it was a black hole, feeling as if he should just leave. You layer next to him, asleep, or so Scott thinks.

Scott got up, only in his underwear, taking a moment to stretch before walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table and poured himself a drink. He didn’t even want to drink, he just wanted something to do rather than stare up at the ceiling all night.