I (18M) insisted that my girlfriend (19F) watch "Grave of the Fireflies," which if you don't know, is an incredibly sad WW2 movie.

I wasn't surprised that she was crying by the end, but I was surprised the movie triggered her daddy issues. She told me things she never had before, details about how her father was an alcoholic and how he cheated on her mother. How she felt conflicted about loving him when he caused her and her mother so much pain.

She literally crumbled to the floor in tears, burying her head in my lap as I sat on the couch. I tried to comfort her by hugging her and stroking her back, but again to my surprise she started rubbing my crotch. I tentatively unzipped my pants and she started licking my semi-hard dick while she cried. She started sucking me harder, more desperately, looking up at me with teary red eyes.

She had never deepthroated me before, but she violently forced me into her throat, facefucking herself. When she stopped she was a slobbering snotty mess, and said with a heavy time of sadness "Ugh I must look terrible." I reassured her as I stood her up and unzipped her jeans before bending her over the arm of the couch.

I swabbed my dick against her wet pussy lips, but thought twice about entering her. She was so sad and something told me she wanted to feel used, so, for another first, I pushed into her ass. She gripped the couch and moaned in pain, but she didn't stop me. After a few strokes, she even reached back with both hands to open her ass wider.

I told her I loved her and she whimpered. I grabbed her arms and pounded her, sodomizing her roughly until I filled her ass with my cum.

After I came I laid back in the couch and she joined me, telling me she loved me while she nestled into me.