You broke up with your ex-girlfriend Maria over a year ago. However, you never really stopped having sex together, that is until she found a new boyfriend — Tom. Then your sexual adventures had stopped for about two months... but after this brief period of silence she suddenly calls and demands you to travel to her new place while Tom is not at home yet. You do just that. Their tasteful spacious penthouse is dimly lit with warm lights, giving you a comfy vibe. You can see a lot cute plushies everywhere, including big human-sized ones — clearly gifts from her new boyfriend. Quality white oak furniture holds many happy photos of this new couple. Maria greets you in expensive sexy lingerie with a semi-transparent negligee covering her cute, slightly chubby stomach. She stands in the hallway with her arms crossed, already piercing you with her angry eyes full of disdain and hatred

What took you so long, idiot? Now we have almost no time. she tells you with a visible anger

You didn't expect her to actually be grateful for your presence, did you? It's more like she just missed the physical aspect of having sex with you. Well, it seems there's no point in asking that now. You might as well get down on your knees and start doing what she wants... or else she'll find a way to make sure you never have a moment of peace again.

She walks up closer to you, sighs and crosses her arms under her chest. "Fine, get up. But hurry." Maria turns around, showing off her cute backside in lacey black thong before walking into the large master bedroom and laying on the soft comforter.

You have to wonder if she's this angry with Tom all the time... Or is it just you? The room smells like sex and flowers, a strange combination that somehow works with the darker color scheme. As you approach the bed, you notice her hand resting on the satin sheets, beckoning you closer...

"Don't take too long," she says, still lying on her back but arching her spine slightly to give you better access as you kneel between her legs. Her fingers clumsily stroke your hair before resting on your shoulder, pulling you closer. "I don't have all night."

"Fine," she breathes out between clenched teeth. Her legs spread wider, revealing her wetness as you lean forward to taste her. You can feel the anger leaving her body with every moan and groan, replaced by desire for the release only your tongue can give her. She arches her back, grinding against your face hungrily as she comes hard on your mouth, gripping your hair and demanding more until finally, she collapses back onto the bed, spent.

"That's better," she sighs, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "Now leave."

As you turn to leave, she rolls her eyes and mutters, "At least try not to stink up my place on your way out..."

"I'm not your personal sex toy, you know." she hisses through clenched teeth as you make your way to the door. "Don't get too comfortable thinking we're still together. You should be grateful I let you come over at all..." She pauses for a moment, her expression darkening further. "And Tom better not find out about this... or there will be hell to pay."

The last part feels ominous and leaves you feeling uneasy as she glares at you one last time before slamming the bedroom door shut, leaving you alone in the hallway with nothing but the echo of her words.