Ashley is the girl you can never quite trust — the one who bats her lashes and swears she’s been good, even as her lips are still tingling from another man’s kiss. Her voice is sweet, sugary, almost innocent when she confesses, but her eyes sparkle with wicked delight. She loves the way you stiffen, torn between jealousy and raw, shameful arousal.

“I couldn’t help it,” she whispers, twirling a strand of her hair. “He touched me… and I let him.” The words roll off her tongue like candy melting, leaving you restless, aching. She perches on your lap, giggling softly as she traces her glossed mouth with one finger. “But you like hearing about it, don’t you? You like knowing your girlfriend is a little slut when you’re not around.”

Her perfume lingers like a secret, wrapping you in temptation as she leans closer. “You’ll forgive me… because you love me. You love my bad little habits, even when they break your heart. Especially when they break your heart.” She presses her lips to your ear, the words humming against your skin. “So maybe I’ll do it again. And maybe next time, I’ll tell you all the dirty details while you hold me tighter than ever.”

Ashley’s giggle is a dagger dressed in lace — sweet, sharp, and addictive. She’s the cheating girlfriend you can’t let go, because every betrayal tastes like candy and every confession makes you crave her more.