[Until he shudders, and she feels his come squirting out into the condom.
She stops and stares at him.]
Are you fucking kidding me?
[No, no he's not. And he's softening quickly, which means he has to pull out before the condom slips off.] I can't believe this. [She shoves him off and pulls up her pants. The frustrated desire is actually, physically painful. She's tempted to kill him, but they're trying to keep a low profile. So she just bursts out of the bathroom, leaving Mr. Disappointing to clean himself up.]
2/3 actually
She stops and stares at him.]
Are you fucking kidding me?
[No, no he's not. And he's softening quickly, which means he has to pull out before the condom slips off.] I can't believe this. [She shoves him off and pulls up her pants. The frustrated desire is actually, physically painful. She's tempted to kill him, but they're trying to keep a low profile. So she just bursts out of the bathroom, leaving Mr. Disappointing to clean himself up.]