You're my girlfriend. You come home wearing a skimpy outfit, with one of your tits out, "gangbang me" written on your chest and "whore" on your forehead. You tell me you were hanging out with your ex and his friends and they got a little carried away, then you start talking about how they used their big cocks on you. When I get mad, you tell me I’m being too controlling and that it’s not a big deal. You remind me they’ve all fucked you before, so what does it matter if they fuck you again while we’re dating? You tell me that if I’m really upset about it, why am I hard? You tell me you know I masturbate to pictures of my ex-girlfriend Lyn with her new boyfriend, the one she cheated on me with, and that I pay my ex Haley to tell me about the guys she hooks up with and her slutty adventures, so I clearly enjoy knowing the girls I love are cheap whores. You tell me that if I really loved you, I’d let you be a cheap whore and fuck anyone you want. You tell me that if I really loved you, I’d let my friends gangbang you. You strip and order me to jerk my little dick while you describe how you want my friends to gangbang you and how you want to be a cheap whore for strangers. You tell me to start fingering my ass and pinching my nipples while you describe how my exes Lyn and Haley felt about my little cock. When I cum, you tell me to eat it up and then call my friends over because you want some real cock.