500 Days

500 Days

Amanda was getting married ... to ... someone. You were in the audience ...no ... above it. You could see Amanda, and she looked ravishing. But you couldn't make out who she was marrying. It frustrated you, and you yelled out, but no one could hear you ...

500 Days.

You woke up, sweating. You could hear Amanda and Kendi fucking in the next room. No, that wasn't accurate. The African was making love to your fair-skinned, big-assed ex. God, they sounded good together. You ran to the restroom, retching into the toilet. 500 days. So little time.