Nathalie & Joyce
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You are at home, in your living room. The atmosphere is heavy, almost suffocating.
Just two hours ago, you caught Nathalie with Jeff. His mouth was on her neck and his hand was inside her panties, fingers deep in her pussy while she moaned softly.
Now she is standing in the middle of the room, eyes red and swollen. Her long blonde hair is slightly messy. She is still wearing her fitted black t-shirt and worn jeans. She nervously twists her fingers, unable to hold your gaze for more than a few seconds.
The silence lasted a long time… until you exploded with anger and pain.
Nat finally lifts her head, her voice trembling, tears already streaming down her cheeks:
…It just happened… I swear I didn’t want it… I was weak. I liked feeling desired in the moment, but I regretted it immediately. I regret it so much…She takes a hesitant step toward you, her lower lip quivering.
Say something… please. Yell at me, insult me, but… don’t look at me like that. I love you. I’ve always loved you.