The Day I Divorced The Bastard

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I can honestly say that my divorce date was one of the happiest of my life. I never should have married him. He seemed completely my type all though the dating period and courtship until the day after we walked down the aisle. It all started the next morning after our wedding night. Hours long phone calls to his mother and some in depth discussions about our “lovemaking.” His words, not mine. What we did that night was less than spectacular, and I didn’t even know he would suck that badly since he’s the one who wanted to wait until marriage. I, at least, thought he would be worth the wait… Guess the joke is on me. He spasmed on top of me for about three minutes, accidentally slipped out of my pussy, then thrusts on my pussy lips because he couldn’t find my honey hole. He blew his load on my belly before lying down and passing out. I have never been so pissed! I cleaned up and dragged my pretty ass downstairs and fucked the night manager on his office desk. He had a long and thick cock, with some especially yummy balls. I got my cunt drilled hard before limping up to “our marriage bed” and my weakling husband. I woke up to his phone call and TMI with Mommy Dearest, that’s what he called her. I got up and packed my bags because I was NOT staying around for round two. A month later and I divorced his ass. The judge actually laughed at my description of his “sexual prowess” and granted me the divorce, after which I spent the afternoon sequestered in the judge’s office riding him on his chair. It’s so good to be a single woman again.

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