I remember the moment I saw the texts, my heart pounding in my chest. She was supposed to be out with her friends, but the messages told a different story. I could picture her, lying on that purple bed, her small frame trembling with pleasure as she fingered herself, her pussy spread wide open. And then there was him, the man I knew she was with, his cock near her ass, ready to take what was mine. I could almost hear her moans, feel the betrayal slicing through me like a knife. She was having too much fun to reply, too lost in the moment to care about my texts. I was just a cuckold, a pathetic beta male, watching from the sidelines as she got fucked by a real man. The image of her, topless and vulnerable, her small tits heaving with each breath, her light pink nipples hard with arousal, is etched in my mind. I can still see the way her eyes rolled back, her mouth open, tongue slightly out, as she rode the waves of pleasure. And him, his lean body, his cock semi-hard, ready to claim her. I was nothing, just a spectator to her cheating fantasy, a cuckold in the making.
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Do you know what the best thing about GFs is? You give them a big kick in the ass and throw them out of your house and your life. Then you look for a new one!