I've been looking for my phone but I can't seem to find it. I walk into the room and catch you jerking off with my phone in your hands. At first, I thought you were watching porn, but I soon realize you were going through my messages, reading the conversation with my ex... the ex, the one with whom I had the best sex of my life. I'm embarrassed and feel sorry; I don't want to hurt you... but you're not mad, you actually want to know more. You point out there has to be a reason I kept that conversation. Reluctantly, I tell you why I never deleted it and start going into more detail about the sex I had with my ex. I start getting aroused, you notice, and you want me to play with myself. We both masturbate as I keep teasing you with comments about the sex I had with this guy, and I confess I still have some amateur porn I filmed with him... As I dirty talk to you, we cum together.