Her breasts are plump like rockets, her nipples perky and erect, which her boyfriend praises as incredibly sexy. He showers her with compliments, saying she's so cute she could be a weather girl, then hungrily bites and caresses her perfect ass. They had such a loving relationship—until one day, while he was asleep, she checked his phone and discovered that while she was away visiting her family, he'd been having sex with someone else. The messages made it obvious. Though she didn't know who the other woman was, she blocked the mistress's number before he woke up and secretly saved it to her own phone. A few days later, she created a fake email address and sent a message to the other woman: "It's me, but use this address from now on." From there, a correspondence began between her and the mistress. "Work's been busy lately," she wrote. "I want to see you and get some relief. Send me a photo." Pretending to be her cheating boyfriend, she gradually found herself losing sight of her own intentions—especially as the other woman responded eagerly. At first, she thought, "Ugh, she's so annoying, just wanted to get laid once and now she won't leave me alone. Women are such a hassle." But now, things have escalated. Lately, during sex with her boyfriend, she can't focus—her mind filled with resentment ("How dare you cheat!") and irritation ("Ugh, I have to reply to that mistress again, what a pain"). So she decided she just wants to have sex without thinking, to let go completely. Soon, wet, squelching sounds filled the room as her pussy was touched, her clitoris intensely stimulated until she came quickly. Having her orgasm face watched feels incredibly embarrassing—but being filmed too somehow turns her on even more. At this point, she couldn't care less about her boyfriend. She thinks she'll keep exchanging emails with the mistress a little longer.