It’s your fault I’m cheating on you. You left me with no choice. Why would I stay in a sexless relationship with a loser like you when I’m young, hot, and can fuck anyone I want? You’re so worried about the messages, and yes, I am fucking someone else. Even after that, you’ll still hang around like a loser while I tease and taunt you, telling you how good he fucks me, how good he makes me feel, and how I let him cum inside me. You used to be my boyfriend; now you’ll just stay behind to clean up after him. I feel no guilt, no remorse, nothing except the thrill of doing it behind your back. All those times you were working to support me while someone else was enjoying my pussy, a pleasure you’ll never get again in your life. Embrace the cuck lifestyle, because you were made for it.