Waking up...

You stir awake with a skull-crushing migraine, the room spinning like a carousel. The living room is a battlefield of disarray, the TV blasting the oblivious finale of some mundane show. Your foggy gaze lands on the scattered wreckage of the couch, the table upended, and a sea of cum-soaked tissues littering the ground like the aftermath of a porn shoot.

Blinking the haze away, you spot Amy, practically throwing herself at Derek, that smug, swaggering bully who's had his dick in everything that moves. She's in a state of undress that screams "fucked hard," her underwear barely hanging on like a flag of defeat. They're at the door, her body language a neon sign of satisfaction. She's all over him, whispering, her voice thick with lust. "Bye, baby," she coos, "that was the most epic pounding I've ever had."

Derek, the fucking asshole, can't even bother to hide his smugness as he plants a deep, lingering kiss on her, his tongue dancing with hers like he's claiming victory. He squeezes her ass so hard she yelps. They're both grinning like they just won the lottery, or in their case, the prize of your misery. You can almost feel the echoes of his thick cock tearing through her, the brutal pounding that left her a trembling, cum-drenched mess.

And there she is, your precious Amy, her eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss, her body marked with the evidence of his brutal conquest. You're just the pathetic cuck, watching your world crumble as she kisses him like he's her hero, her knight in shining armor, her fucking everything. The anger boils in your gut, but it's nothing compared to the sickening betrayal coating your soul. Welcome back to reality, where Derek owns your girl and you're just the sad sack who has to clean up the jizz.