Another break up with my ex and another night where all I craved was her body. Her taste. Her. We’ve broken up before and always found our ways back to one another, like magnets our bodies would eventually become intertwined once more. During this lonely night I was extremely horny after seeing her petite ass and tiny waist in her thin yoga pants earlier that week. She knew what she was doing wearing that to my place. I had to have her again.
I invite her over with a poor excuse to hang. Something any ex in their right mind would say no too, especially this late at night. Whether she knows it or not, if she comes over I’ll have her legs wrapped around me begging for me to cum. She accepts.
She comes over in her usual pajamas, thin pants that accentuates her curves and a low cut top that displays just a little too much. We eventually make our way to my room and I know that she’s ready. She’s too timid to make the first move and she will never say if she is in the mood, but I know I can get her to be begging me to take her. I suggest a massage as she looks like shes a bit sore. She accepts.