EX-SEX PT. 2: OUR GREATEST HITS [MF] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [mast] [facial] [swallow]

“I miss the taste of your cum,” she said. “Come over.”

I looked at the text. Was this a mistake? Fucking my ex? On the other hand, I did miss her thick body, her curves, her large breasts and incredible ass. Her thick thighs, small waist. I missed her bush and wondered if she’d kept it, even after we broke up, or if she reverted back to waxing.

Surely, she’d been sleeping around. We’d been broken up long enough.

“Right now?” I texted back. I could feel my cock getting hard.

“Right now,” she responded instantly.

I grabbed my stuff, including my condoms, and hurried out of my apartment. I drove into our old neighborhood, parked on the old street where I’d parked for so many years and looked up to the apartment. By this point, my mind was racing. How would she look? Had she made any chances to her appearance? Haircut? Change of hair color? Any new tattoos? I looked up to her apartment. The bedroom light was on. I took a deep breath and opened the front door to her building and punched in the security code. The door buzzed and I entered.

I walked up the flight of steps to her apartment, fearful that I might run into an old neighbor and have to come up with a story as to why I was there at midnight.

Standing outside of the apartment I called home for so many years, I took a second to gather my thoughts. Yes, I was horny. Yes, I wanted to feel my ex’s mouth and taste her pussy one more time. Yes, I wanted to hear her moan and watch her writhe the way she used to when I pushed my cock deep inside of her. Her eyes would grow wide and she would grip the sheets. But was this a mistake? Was this opening a can of worms? Before I could make up my mind, she opened the door.

“Hey,” she said.

I nearly ejaculated at the sight of her. She was wearing my favorite out. No, not lingerie. Nothing racy, even. There was something sexy about the simplicity of her house clothes — these tiny, tiny booty shorts and a very snug tank top, her rock hard nipples practically poking a hole through the thin, white top.

I smiled and she smiled. It was awkward. One of us would have to make a move quick or we’d end up sitting on the couch all night chatting.

I lunged, pressing my lips into hers. She moaned and we stumbled into the apartment, shutting the door behind us. She lead me to the sofa. I looked at her ass, which was barely contained by her shorts. A good two inches of ass cheek stuck out from under the tiny shorts. I gulped. She hadn’t changed a bit.

She stood, her back to me. I pressed up against her, she could feel my cock as I slowly pulled her shorts down, exposing her fat, beautiful ass. I gripped hold of it and had to bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from passing out.

She pulled her tank top off and turned, revealing herself to me. Nothing had changed. Not even her bush. I started to shake.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, pushing her onto the sofa. She masturbated as she watched me undress. I took my sweet time removing my clothing, watching her massage her breasts and rub her clit.

When I finally took off my boxer briefs, my cock sprang out. Her eyes grew wide.

“Oh, how I’ve missed that penis,” she said, sitting up on the sofa and scooting forward, her mouth open, her eyes locked on mine. I placed the tip of my cock on her tongue and she licked and kissed it, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth until her nose touched my pelvis.

No one could deep throat me like my ex could, and she hadn’t lost her ability to do so. I wondered how many cocks had been inside of her mouth since we’d broken up. How many men had been inside of her? The thought of her getting fucked by strangers on Tinder was oddly arousing. Her eyes began to water as she struggled to keep my cock down her throat, gagging a little, as I always liked. Some saliva ran out from her mouth, dripping onto her thick thighs.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and eased it back down her throat several times. More saliva ran from her mouth, down her chin, down her breasts, and eventually into her bush.

I got on my hands and knees and spread her legs, pushing my face into her pussy. It tasted just like I remembered, looked just like I remembered, felt just like I remembered. I’d fucked a lot of women since our breakup, but no pussy was as perfect as my ex’s. I pushed a finger inside and began to do a come hither movement while licking her clit.

In no time, she was producing tons of thick, white grool. I pulled my fingers from her to show her.

“I’m fucking horny,” she said, opening her mouth. I put my fingers in her open mouth and watched her lick her juices from me. “Take me,” she begged. “Fuck the shit out of me. I need it so bad. I need YOUR cock in MY pussy.”

I grabbed my condoms and we went into the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, presenting me with her perfect pussy and super tight anus. I crawled into her, running my tongue up and down her hamstrings, inching closer to her ass, inching closer to her pussy. I licked her clit. She trembled, gripping the sheets.

“Please,” she whispered.

I moved my tongue slowly up her pussy and then ran it over her asshole.

“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Please?”

I kept my tongue on her asshole while I watched her ease herself onto her right shoulder, her right hand reaching between her legs, rubbing her pussy.”

I slid a condom on and entered her pussy. She inhaled deeply as I pushed my cock inch by inch inside of her. I looked to the mirror on the wall over the dresser, which we put there for this very purpose years ago. So we could watch ourselves fuck.

I pumped myself in and out of her creamy pussy, harder and harder. She was so wet, she was dripping down her thighs. I watched her ass bounce every time I slammed my cock inside of her. If you need a visual as to what she looked like, think Gianna Michaels, but blonde.

“Harder,” she shouted. “Finger my fucking ass!”

I spat on her asshole and shoved a finger inside, pushing it deeper and deeper.

“Get my toy,” She howled with delight.

I reached to the nightstand where she used to keep her vibrators and pulled one out, throw it at her. She grabbed it, turned it on and pressed it to her clit.

With a finger in her anus, a cock in her pussy, and her vibrator on her clit, she began to scream louder and louder until she gushed, squirting all over the sheets.

She collapsed and flipped onto her back, I pushed my head into her pussy and ate her out, giving her three more orgasms back to back until she was sweating and writhing and moaning and shaking.

“Stop,” she whispered. “Stop, stop, stop. I can’t. No more. Give me a second.”

I sat up and looked, studying her body, taking mental pictures of this moment, her legs wet with squirt and grool. My cock covered in her juices. Her thick, naked body writhing in bed, her hands gripping her perfect, huge tits.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

I eased myself into her and began pumping. She pulled my head into her neck. I breathed into her, nibbling on her ear as I kept thrusting, harder and harder.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she whispered. “Fill my mouth up with your thick nut.”

That was basically all it took for me to pull my cock from her sopping wet cunt, yank the condom off and straddle her torso. She opened her mouth and I inched forward. Break up sex somehow seemed hotter than normal sex. Perhaps it was because so long had passed since I’d seen her last, it just seemed better. Or perhaps it was because we had fallen into a rut caused by monotony, caused by spending every waking moment together. Either way, I couldn’t believe she was lying in bed, her mouth open, waiting for my seed.

I barely stroked my cock three times before I yelled out, “I’m fucking cummmiiing!”

She opened her mouth even wider than it had been, desperate to not miss any of my thick load as I aimed my cock towards her tongue and released, coating her tongue, her lips, even her cheeks and chin and forehead in the most massive load I have ever produced. I came more than I ever came before, drenching her in my heavy load. She gasped as rope after rope of semen splattered all over her. Her mouth was overflowing with sperm. Her face was drenched and dripping. Ropes of sperm shot into her hair and onto the pillowcase.

It was a load for the ages. I stood over her, taking in the sights, trembling.

I looked down at her, realizing that her mouth was still full of my sperm. She locked eyes with me, winked and made the picture motion.

Realizing what she wanted, I rushed from the bed, grabbed my cell phone and came back to the room. I hit RECORD as she gargled my sperm, and then gulped it down.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Do I look like a slut?”

“Yes,” I said, still trembling from the experience.

“Your cum tastes better than I remember.”

I smiled as she ran her fingers over her face, collecting more cum and then licking it off. I kept recording until she got every bit.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Get outta here.”

I stood up, went into the living room, dressed and left.

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