"What the fuck is she doing here", I growled. My fucking ex wife barging into my sanctuary bar She made a grand entrance as usual. The bright afternoon sun pouring around her into the dark bar . She has on her trademark tight jeans and a halter top that displayed her firm round tits. She moves like an athlete and has the face of a red haired angel. What's not to love... I mean besides her being a psycho, cheating whore that broke my heart.
She shouted my name as if we were long lost best friends instead of being bitter exes deep in an emotional war of attrition. As she walked the length of the bathroom with five pairs of drunk eyes glued to her, I thought for the hundredth time, "How can that evil rotten cunt of a person be housed inside a body made for sin?"
I tried to ignore the slut Diana, but she slid onto the stool next to me
She shouted my name as if we were long lost best friends instead of being bitter exes deep in an emotional war of attrition. As she walked the length of the bathroom with five pairs of drunk eyes glued to her, I thought for the hundredth time, "How can that evil rotten cunt of a person be housed inside a body made for sin?"
I tried to ignore the slut Diana, but she slid onto the stool next to me