She lifted her hips up to allow him to flip over. She could feel her warmth and her wetness as she moved. When she dropped her hips down as he flipped over, she felt his erection through his boxers, she felt it through the thin material of her panties. His erection pushed her lips out, and she dragged her hips down a little, feeling pressure from the smooth ridge on her clit. A tingle shot through her body. She bites her lower lip, and tells herself to focus on this confrontation, on getting the truth.<br/><br/>He confesses to sleeping with other women. This shocked her. In her mind, there was only one, she had caught him early in it. Now there were other women, her mind raced and pinged around. How many other women, did she know any, how long had this happened, did he ever tell any of them that he loved them. "Other women?!" she cries out shocked. Humiliation at being so in the dark for how long washed over her, still her arousal grows as she imagines him fucking a virtual harem of young attractive girls, all of these girls salivating for his dick.<br/><br/>Her anger gets the best of her for a second, as her feels her hands grab and squeeze at his throat, "Other women!" She repeats again before letting go, shocked she did that. She leans forward onto him, putting her breasts over his face, moving his face between her DD tits. "Tell me about the girl you fucked last weekend. Tell me everything, how you met her, the sex you've had with her." Smothering his face with her tits, her words are breathy whispers, she sounds like she did when they first started fucking, passionate sessions that went all night long. "Did you know your little slut posted a picture where she is half naked and our living room is in the background?" She's dragging her hips against his still visible abs as she waits for his confession, she's turned on, and she's not hiding it.