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At work, I performed my duties as a robot, until I heard from the radio that same love song, at which my wife was raped yesterday.
Dual feelings flooded.
For the rest of the day, I was just looking for an extra opportunity to hide in the closet, to mercilessly jerk off from pity and pain to myself, which is so much with all this disgustingly sweet, degrading bile inside from helplessness to change the past.
About a year has passed.
My wife and I don’t have sex.

I can’t kiss her on the lips.
Her naked look doesn’t excite me anymore.
And when I once tried to do this, I saw that she did not feel anything, that she had become very wide and spacious from below.
Then in her eyes there was a small unusual surprise – is that all? I got off her and turned away, realizing that there are much more of me in her.
She thinks I’m just tired at work.
I say that it is.
They started calling her cell phone number almost twice a week, she said that her new friend had a dissertation on her nose, and she helped her until one o’clock in the morning, and then she got tired and took a shower by taxi.
I tried to change, but it does not bring satisfaction.
Every evening, when she is not there, I go to the toilet and masturbate there for hours, sadly knowing that now my wife is used as a street whore in all places by someone from her superiors, bending as she wants.
At first it is very exciting, to know that your wife is being stripped from the clothes she wore when you are.
That her beloved will just have everything without any tender emotions. Arab sexy hidden cam.