SIRO-1439 Amateur Personal Filming, Posted. 330

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My breasts are rocket-shaped. My boyfriend says my nipples are perky and sexy. He flat-out praises me, saying, “Megumi is so cute, you could be a weather girl.” He says my butt is beautiful and can't resist, and he devours it. And yet he cheated on me. We were so lovey-dovey. While he was sleeping, on an impulse I checked his phone. It looks like he slept with someone while I was back at my parents' place. The email contents make that clear. Who the other person is remains unknown. Before he woke up I blocked the cheater's address and then saved that address into my own phone. A few days later I made a random email address on my computer and emailed her: “It's me—send from this address from now on.” Then the email exchange between her and me started. “Work's been busy lately,” “I also want to see you, ○○-chan, to feel better. Send a pic,” I tried asking. I was cuter than her. Gradually I stopped knowing what I actually wanted. I had no choice but to meet up. Then it became a hassle and I started thinking, “Ugh, being clingy over just once—he just wanted to fuck, women are such a pain.” ← This is where I am now. What should I do from here? Recently, during sex with my boyfriend I can't focus because hatred for his cheating mixes with thoughts like, “Ugh, I have to reply to her again, your cheating partner is such a pain.” So I wanted, for the first time in a while, to have sex without thinking about anything and free my mind. The wet, squelching sounds echoed as someone touched me down there; my clit, an erogenous zone, was attacked intensively and I came quickly. It's really embarrassing to have someone see my face when I come. But including the fact that it was being filmed, it somehow made me really excited. I stopped caring about my boyfriend. I think I'll keep exchanging emails with his affair partner a little longer.