I have a boyfriend I love. I think about him so much every day that I can't concentrate on work; I just want him all to myself. But... this bastard keeps cheating, doesn't come home, leaves me on read, and his cock is covered in the smell of pussies I've never encountered. I'm furious with jealousy every single day... But when he holds me gently yet intensely, all those complaints vanish instantly. That cheating cock that's been raw-fucking other women tastes incredibly delicious. I don't know why... it's like even though my heart is angry, my pussy has already forgiven him... it's like while I'm shedding tears of sadness over being cheated on, my love juice is overflowing at the same time... women are just weak for this kind of man...