"Natalie, this can't be you." Ryan's voice was barely a whisper as he stared at the screen, hoping for some kind of explanation. He remembered his sweet, innocent girlfriend—the one who blushed at his touch, laughed at his jokes, and always carried a quiet grace.
But the woman in the video was a stranger to him, her actions so wildly out of character that he struggled to believe his eyes. She was bold, uninhibited, and fully absorbed in what was happening.
Ryan's mind raced, desperately trying to reconcile the person he loved with the image before him, clinging to the hope that somehow, this wasn't real.
But that hope was squashed completely when he saw Natalie coming on the face of her student, writing and squirting all over the mattress of their lovemaking.
