I have a boyfriend I love deeply. I think about him all day, every day, and I can't even concentrate on work—I want to keep him all to myself so badly. But this bastard keeps cheating on me and doesn't come home, leaves me on read, and his dick is covered in the pussy stench of some woman I've never smelled before, so every day I'm raging with jealousy. Yet, when he holds me gently and fiercely, all that frustration flies away in an instant. The raw cheating dick that's been shoved into another woman tastes incredibly good. What is it... even if my heart is angry, my pussy seems to have already forgiven him. At the same time I'm crying sadly from being cheated on, I feel like my pussy juice is overflowing too. Women are weak to this kind of man.