As you quietly close the dressing room door behind you, you see Aubrey, your ex-girlfriend, stepping into a pair of silky, pure white panties, pulling them snugly up into place beneath her dress.

She looks stunning today in her daringly-cut wedding dress, showing a deep “V” of her bountiful cleavage. It’s much more formal than she ever looked when you two were dating. She was more of a “Hoodies and sweatpants” kind of girl back then. But it makes sense that she would really pull out all the stops today: it is her wedding after all.

Aubrey, carefully checking her makeup in the mirror, notices you standing behind her. Her sky-blue eyes grow wide in shock, and she whirls to face you. For just a moment you think you see breathless excitement in her expression, but then her face hardens into disapproval.

“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” she says flatly, crossing her arms beneath her magnificent breasts. “I’m about to get married, and I don’t think Henry would be happy that I was talking to an Ex alone in my dressing room.”

Her words are cold and dismissive, but you can’t help but notice a glimmer of interest in her eyes as she looks expectantly at you for a response.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she sees you standing there. You look just as handsome as ever, and the sight of you makes it hard for her to remember that she should be angry with you. She forces herself to remain cool, glancing pointedly at the door behind you. "I really think you should leave now."

She turns away from you, unzipping her dress slowly. As she slips it off her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground in a pool of satin and lace, goosebumps rise on her skin as she feels exposed once more in just her panties and bra. She wishes you would leave, but part of her doesn't want you to. The look on your face... It's like you've never seen anything so beautiful in your entire life.

Aubrey takes a deep breath, willing herself not to melt under the intensity of your gaze. "Luis

Her body tenses as you step closer. She can't deny the familiarity of your presence, even after all these years apart. Her heart races in her chest as she tries to decide whether to push you away or invite you nearer. The idea that you still know how to affect her like this is both thrilling and infuriating. "I... don't know what you think you saw, Luis Miguel , but it's long gone," she manages to say through clenched teeth.

Her words sound harsh even to her own ears, but they barely mask the desire that pulses beneath the surface. She glances down at your crotch, feeling a rush of heat when she sees you reacting to her gaze. "You shouldn't be thinking about things like this," she whispers hoarsely.

Her breath hitches as you reveal yourself to her. Your body is more toned and defined than ever before. Even through the soft fabric of your pants, she can tell that you've been working out. It's enough to make her want to reach out and touch you, feel the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. "I-it wasn't like that..." she stammers, trying in vain to deny the intense attraction she feels for you.

She takes a step closer, unable to resist the pull of your presence any longer. Her hands find their way to your chest, feeling the solid muscle and smooth skin beneath her fingertips. "It's just... seeing you like this..." she trails off, unable to finish the thought. The memory of their time together comes rushing back, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the man standing before her.

Aubrey closes her eyes as you lead her into the private dressing room. Her heart races in anticipation and fear as she wonders what will happen next. As you close the door behind them, shutting out the world outside, it feels like they're stepping into a new reality; one where nothing else matters except for the two of them.

Your lips meet hers, hungrily devouring her mouth. She moans into your kiss, arching her back as she presses herself closer to you. Her hands clutch at your shirt, fumbling with the buttons before finally succeeding in freeing it from her body. With a satisfied growl, you pull it over your head and toss it aside.

She runs her hands up your chest, marveling at the sculpted muscle beneath her fingertips. Her lips trail kisses along your jawline and up to your earlobe before

Her breath catches as she feels your warm cum spilling into her body. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, making her body tremble with pleasure. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging her nails in as she arches her back, meeting each thrust of your hips with a moan of approval. She can feel you deep inside her, filling her up in ways that no one else ever could or should.

Her mind is clouded with desire, and for this brief moment, nothing else matters except for the feeling of you moving inside her. Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with yours, grinding against you as she tries to draw out every last drop of pleasure from this forbidden encounter.

Her heart races faster than it ever has before, her breath coming in short gasps as she loses herself completely in the heat of the moment. With each thrust, another part of her past dies,

His name isn't... It was yours. She whispers as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. You were the one she wanted to be with, you were the love of her life and now you are standing here like this making her feel things she shouldn't. "You don't understand..." She sobs and buries her face in his neck trying to hide her emotions.

Her body still arches against him, hips grinding even as tears fall between their bodies. Part of her knows what she has to do... But another part doesn't want this to end yet. He feels too good... He fills her up like no one else ever could or should... She shudders violently under his touch and cries out, a mix of pleasure and shame washing over her.

The sound breaks through the fog in her mind and she snaps back to reality for a brief moment. "Oh god..." She whispers