You just had to look, didn’t you? And once you started looking you just couldn’t stop. It was like a magnetic pull, your eyes glued to the screen, volume blasted to the max, hand death-gripped to your penis.

The worst part? You came to those videos, the seconds-long clips of your girlfriend being fucked by another man. You had them on repeat while you busted the biggest load of your life, ten times the amount you secrete when you would attempt to have sex with her. It’s not your fault. You thought she was vanilla. You thought she was naturally quiet during sex. You didn’t expect what you saw in the video.

How is it that she was so loud? Her inextricable moans replayed in your mind long after you left her phone alone, like the worst song ever that you unwillingly got stuck in your head. And yet, you loved it. You can’t think of anything that gets you harder. You need to nut like that every night. You don’t even need to watch porn anymore, you just need to think about her sliding down that guy’s cock with anything but ease. His dick was so, so huge, and you just couldn’t look away. In fact, why is his cock the thing you think about the most? You tell yourself you’re not gay… but if you were invited to lick up all her wetness off his hairy balls, you’re not sure you’d be able to say no. You’d be lying to yourself. You need to taste his dick. You need to throat it until you can feel him beating up the back of your throat, damaging your uvula, until he shoots another load deep down your windpipe.

to be continued