Unnatural Daughter #01

Fuck breakups. They sting like hell. Sometimes you just need your buddy to drop the nice-guy act and fuck the hurt right out of you. She shows up wrecked, mascara down her cheeks, and he doesn’t even bother with words. He just palms the back of her neck and pulls her in, tongue already down her throat before the door clicks shut. Clothes hit the floor in one messy pile—jeans shoved to her ankles, panties ripped aside, tits spilling into his hands. He bends her over the arm of the couch, spits on his cock once, twice, and slams inside with zero warm-up. She gasps, claws at the cushions, pushes back for more. Every hard stroke knocks the sadness loose; every wet slap of skin drowns out the voice that used to say “forever.” He grips her hips, pounds like he’s erasing the ex from her body, and when she comes she almost laughs at how good it feels—empty in the best way. No poetry, no lesson. Just two friends getting nasty until the pain’s gone and she’s dripping his cum down her thighs, already forgetting why she showed up crying.