“And you think it’s okay to come home to me looking like this?” She looked good, perfect even, but she was roughed up, bruised and her thighs were dripping with cum----someone else’s cum, and no matter how good she looked, that wasn’t okay. “If you’re just going to fuck around with whoever you want, if you don’t actually want to date anymore, then fuck it. You can get your clothes and go back to your apartment. My cock’s the one that needs attention, not whoever you were out fucking after work.”









