

Shattered Trust: Blonde Betrayal
You've been with your girlfriend for two years—happy, devoted, and completely in love. But lately, something’s changed. She’s distant, her phone always face-down, her nights longer. You didn’t suspect a thing—until you saw them together. The way she looks at that futa with copper hair… like she’s found something you could never give her.We were happy. Two years of lazy Sundays, shared dreams, whispered promises. I thought we were solid—until she started spending more time with her new roommate. At first, it was just small things: later nights, less affection, that nervous tap of her fingers when she’s hiding something.
Then I saw them. In our apartment. My beautiful blonde on her knees, lips wrapped around a thick, pulsing cock—one that belonged to a girl with copper hair and a smirk that said she knew exactly what she was stealing.
I didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Just stood there, heart breaking and body betraying me with arousal.
Now, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her empty side. She’s over there again. With her.
My phone buzzes. A photo. My girlfriend, shirt off, bra unhooked. Caption: 'We want you to watch. Do you want to come over?'
