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“What the fk? Can’t you do anything right?” I sneer as I throw the document back at her Sheto the floor She picks up the docuy that I just roll my eyes at, and runs out of my office

Closing my eyes, I scrub my hands over my face and leancrazy Or, I’, because I cannot see low inside of me since I walked out of Mac’s office last week

I know I can be an assle on any given day, but I’m usually an assle with class I tend to belittle people in an aletting the better of them I’m very stealthy that way

But the new Matt Connover is the proverbial bull in a china shop I’ sensibilities at every turn

It’s the only thing that’sme feel better

To make others feel bad

I wish the way to feel better was to grab a woman and fk Mac’s existence out ofaway froo home, drink two or three scotches, and fall asleep… or jack off and fall asleep

Yes, I jack off thinking of Mac A pathetic fact of which I’m ashamed

In fact, just last night, I downed a few scotches and decided to take a shower I i it on in the shower, and I slipped… breaking her showerhead It was fking funny as hell and yet, I still fked her pretty good It was one of my favorite times with her

It brought forth a bittersweet taste in rabbed a bar of soap and lathered upit in a circular ined it was Mac When I got good and slippery, I dropped the soap and wrapped rip was firhtly on every upstroke at the head in a way that fk… that feels good

Laying a forearainst the tile, I let the water pound on my back while I restedall the ways I’ve taken Mac Re the way her heat surrounded me, and the noises she would s I would say as I drilled her I continued to pu in on the action so my hand didn’t

have to do all the work

I pretended eously fkable mouth I remembered how she would suck, lick, and so frohty way She’d smile at me, and I’d smile at her

And fk… asm hit me so hard thatout almost painfully as I unloaded all over my tiled wall and watched it swirl away down the drain

My breathing was rough, , and I felt absolutely dead and empty inside

Rinsing off, I stepped out of the shower, completely sated and soft dicked, but I still felt tension vibrating everywhere That had been happening to asm, and rather than feel relaxed and mellow, I’d feel pissed and strained

Because it wasn’t the orgasm I wanted It wasn’t with Mac It was a pitiful replica done by es of Mac behindas hell