I'm fucking another guy behind your back and notice that you're calling me. You'll be suspicious if I don't answer but it feels too good to stop...I answer the phone and try to disguise what I'm doing at first, but soon enough I find myself unable to contain my moans of pleasure. You call me out and I admit what's happening...but really though, can you blame me?? I've told you before that you just don't satisfy me sexually. You've never made me cum, I don't think you'd even know how. I need a real man who can keep up with my stamina, someone who can fuck me hard again and again, not a pathetic loser who cums before I've even had chance to start enjoing myself. Now that you've caught me, I think you should stay on the phone and listen to what it sounds like when someone makes me cum, maybe you'd learn a thing or two...