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a woman on the screen, kneading her
breasts, telling my husband to fuck her
harder. He groans, his head back, his
shoulders moving, getting off to her
words. I want to close the door and back
away, laugh at him for getting caught
watching porn, but then I freeze, "I can't
wait to be in you again, baby," he hisses.
“Oh, Cohen, I want that too, come
for me,”
She's just a porn star, I tell myself.
