Pull out and try to apologise

Anna was spluttering around my cock as it impaled her throat, I pulled the length out, and she gagged, coughing up piss-flecked cum. A trickle of the mixed juices splashed across her sizeable chest.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I kept repeating. "I don't know why I did that, I'm sorry."

Anna coughed and spat, before turning to glare at me. "What the fuck, Shaun?" she shouted. "The fuck?"

She got to her feet, and I thought she was going to attack me, but instead she stormed past, wobbling drunkenly on her feet and running to her room, slamming her shoulder against me as she past. I heard her bedroom door close with a bang, and I slowly followed her out of the bathroom shamefully.

I slowly sat down on my bed and hung my head in my hands. What had come over me? Anna had caused a real mess for me, no doubt, and she was an inconsiderate housemate, but did she deserve what I'd just done to her? I was conflicted.

Guilty thoughts kept me up for a long time, but it was also well into the night and exhaustion crept up on me. I found myself dozing off.