I can feel her pulse in the palms of my hands as I stare into her bulging eyes. Her face is full of panic and desperation while her mouth opens and closes like a caught fish. Tears stream down her face and snot spurts out of her nose.

That carefully manufactured combination of hair and makeup is ruined. That cleverly cultivated first date personality is crumbling beneath my grip. Her cool, indifferent, and playful exterior is shattered further with each oxygen deprived second.

Her arms that end in manicured fingernails are flailing and scratching at my face. This is why I pick short ones with little reach, so they can’t scratch my face. I simply squeeze harder and extend my tense arms to push her further away.

She’s turning dark red now and I can feel her thumping pulse in my hands become erratic. In a common twist of comedy, her tongue is extended into the air as I clench down. A final gurgle escapes her smeared lips.

Her arms fall slack, her heart stops, eyes bulge, and I cum inside my shorts again.