The Art of Ending a First Date In Skaggerston

He wouldn't last much longer, of that he was sure.
Colin grasped the girl - he'd forgotten her name already - tighter around the hips and continued fucking her. She had her head in the pillows, moaning occasionally. As he commenced on what would be his final strokes, he heard the unmistakable sound of wind being passed.
Before his mind could register this, a torrent of foul diarrhoea cascaded from her anus, covering Colin's groin and thighs.
Slipping out of her as the unholy fountain continued, he leaned forwards and vomited over her back, adding to the grim tableaux of bodily waste.