Ex-Fuck Reunion: Raw Heat After One Call

Heart pounding as his truck rumbles up my street. Thomas, my ex, parked outside like he owns the block. Phone buzzed earlier—his voice gravelly, dumping Maude. ‘I’m here. Slap me if you want.’ Fuck that. I want him inside me. Slipped into that royal blue sundress, skin waxed smooth, bronzed. Tongues click on golden flips. Amir purrs at my feet, eyeing the door.

He knocks soft. Opens with tired blue eyes, shoulders broad under tribal tee. Tattoos peek. We talk shit—exams, her betrayal. Nachos, movie. His hand covers mine. Heat builds. Shopping spree, his cash on gladiator sandals. Ice cream by the river. Back home, beer cracks open. He crashes on my bed, snoring. Shower runs hot. I shave everything silky. Lasagna warms. My pussy throbs.

The Approach

He emerges shirtless, hair wild, muscles ripped. Eyes devour my robe. ‘Wanna match those sandals? Drink out?’ I smirk. Dress up: white bustier mini, lace boy shorts soaked already from strip club vibes later. No panties under soon. Heels wrap legs like vines. Charcoal eyes, rosy lips. His cinnamon cigarillo scent lingers from morning. We hit the strip joint—shadows tease in windows. VIP, daddy’s name drops. Girls grind poles, lingerie luxury. Booze flows. We laugh, drunk by 1 AM. Taxi drops us home, arms linked, giggling.

Bathroom dash. Panties wrecked, wet mess—toss ’em. Robe? Nah. Bare ass under dress. He sprawls on couch. ‘Bed’s queen-size. Help with these straps.’ Kneels, hands hot on ankles. Fingers climb calves. Lips hit knee, thigh. Skirt hikes. Finds me bare, slick. ‘Wet since the club?’ Finger slides in easy. Nods. Tongue dives. Clit pulses under assault.

The Explosion

Bra snaps off. Tits free, nipples diamond-hard. He fingers deep, G-spot tease. Hips buck. Moans rip out. Hair tangles in my fists. He growls, strips half-naked. Cock springs, thick, veined, dripping pre-cum. Kneel, suck hard. Gulp him down throat. Balls slap chin. He grabs ass, spreads cheeks.

Zipper rasps. Dress pools. Naked curves glow. Seins D-cup beg. Eyes lock—his pleading, mine feral. Tongues clash, salty booze mix. Legs wrap waist. Fingers plunge—I’m flooded. Ankles on shoulders. Thrusts bury balls-deep. ‘Fuck, so tight!’ Pain-pleasure rips. ‘Harder, pound me!’ Bed slams wall. Sweat drips. Clit grinds pubes. Orgasms crash—mine screams, his jets hot inside.

He collapses, cock softens, cum leaks. Tissues wipe us clean. Arm pulls me close. ‘Missed you.’ Giggle fades. Dawn creeps. I slip out, heart steady. Text later? Nah. Phone silences. Amir yawns. Door clicks shut behind him asleep. Stranger again. Adrenaline gone, thrill served. Back to swipes for next hit.