The afternoon sun filtered through the café windows as I spotted her across the room. Carissa, my ex, sat alone with a laptop, her posture radiating the same unapologetic confidence that had first drawn me in. She looked up, caught my stare, and smirked without missing a beat. "Look who crawled out of the woodwork. Still staring like you own the place?"
I approached, heart pounding from the sudden rush of old memories. "Own it? No, but I remember someone who did. How's the single life treating the queen of comebacks?" She chuckled, gesturing to the empty seat. Our banter flowed easily, sharp as ever. She leaned in, eyes gleaming. "Single suits me fine. No one telling me what to do, or how hard to ride. You always liked that about me, didn't you?"
Tension thickened with every exchange. She admitted missing the spark we had, but insisted she was stronger now, calling the shots. "You think you can keep up this time?" she teased, voice low and playful. I countered with a witty jab about her dramatic exits, yet the air crackled with unfinished business. Her hand brushed mine accidentally on purpose, sending heat through my veins.
We moved to my nearby apartment under the guise of catching up properly. Inside, the dialogue turned heated. "Admit it," she said, stepping closer, "you've been fantasizing about this slutty ex of yours." Her words were bold, owning every syllable. I fired back, "Only if you admit you want my cock as much as I want that wet pussy." She laughed, pulling me into a fierce kiss, her strength evident as she guided my hands.
Clothes hit the floor in a rush of panting breaths. Carissa pushed me onto the couch, straddling me with purpose. "No submission here," she declared, gripping my hard cock and stroking it slowly. "I'm taking what I want." She lowered herself, her pussy dripping as it enveloped me, and we moved together in sweaty rhythm. She rode with witty taunts between moans, "Harder, or are you saving energy for round two?"
The climax built relentlessly. She leaned forward, ass grinding against me, demanding more as I thrust up into her. "Fuck, your cock feels perfect," she gasped, coming with a shudder that milked me dry. I came hard inside her, both of us sweating and panting from the intensity. Afterward, she dressed with a sly grin, hinting at unfinished business.
Little did I know this reunion was merely the spark for Carissa's deeper plans.
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