You're So Much Better Than Him (HARDCORE)

Veronica doesn't look like a woman stuck in divorce court. Hard to fathom why any guy would ditch a rack that eye-catching. Goes to show: lose a toy, someone else finds a jackpot. The split's got her wound tight, so she hops on my table to blow off steam. Maybe she already knows how this ends, because the second my hands wander she says I can yank that towel off. Sold. I flip the damp cloth aside and the show begins. Hands on hips, legs over shoulders, I hammer every square inch she offers. Moans rattle the walls. Then her whole body jerks and she drenches my stomach, the couch, the floor. Crystal-clear she never got that kind of plumbing work at home. Here's to Dear Ex—enjoy the paperwork. Her number's now on speed-dial.