Jacob sees some skank being fucked, but doesn't realize it's you

Horrified and yet thrilled by the sight of your boyfriend you feel your pussy spasm around the man fucking you, an orgasm ripping through you as you're caught cheating.

And yet Jacob doesn't seem to have noticed you yet. Still, it's just a matter of time as he walks over to the group. You twist your body, putting your face to the wall, pushing back at the man behind you both to make room. The slamming of his dick into you is almost unbearable as you shakes and moan.

"Damn, she's cumming!" the man exclaims to the rest, and follows your lead.

"What's this?" Jacob asks the group.

"Some slut's banging the entire theatre," the men inform him casually. "Want a go?"

"Oh God!" the man inside you exclaims as your pussy clenches around him. With all the fucking its endured it doesn't clench particularly hard, but the momentary re-tightening drags the ropes of cum from his balls, painting the well-worn sides of your sex.

"Next!" the man croaks and pulls out with a loud slurp. Air rushes in as if it could plug the emptiness he's left, and you hang your head, your neck and back hurting horribly from being in the same position for so long.

"Don't mind if I do," Jacob says, to your horror. "I've got a thing for cheap skanks."

Cheap? Skanks? You feel indignant at his words, even straightening up to confront him before you remember that you've been cheating on him for a full hour.

You hang your head again as if exhausted. It's not a hard act, and has the fringe benefit of hanging your long dark hair alongside your face, obscuring your identity. Still, won't he recognize the body of his own girlfriend?