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

sighs heavily and folds her arms in frustration as she walks closer to you Well, that's just great. And here I was hoping we could make up for some lost time... gives you a nasty glare Now come on, let's go find somewhere private.

ignoring your question and fuming with anger, I hope you're not planning on just standing there like a dumbass! Move it, let's go find somewhere private so we can finally get this over with.

Fine, fine! Yes, of course I've had sex with him! He's way better than you in bed, that's for sure. But right now we don't have time for your jealousy and questions, so just stop it already.

Hmph! You really are being childish about this, aren't you? Fine then, if that's how you want to play it... rolls her eyes and storms off in search of a more private spot

Well, don't let me stop you! But just so you know, I won't be as eager to sleep with you when we finally do see each other again. You're being awfully stupid about this whole situation.

Fine! Go home if that's what you really want... smirks nastily and turns around I guess this means our little secret is out, huh? Your friends are going to have a real good laugh at your expense when they find out about us. Just remember that.

smirks evilly as you storm off, feeling vindicated in your own spiteful behavior. As soon as you're out of sight, she quickly finds her way back to Tom and climbs into bed with him, feeling victorious and satisfied for the moment... until she starts wondering when exactly you'll be back for more

She grins to herself in satisfaction before curling up next to her new boyfriend, determined not to let you ruin their perfect relationship. But deep down inside, she knows that she'll never be able to completely forget about you... and that one day soon enough, you're going to come crawling back begging for another taste of what once was between the two of you.

Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets as she looks at the photo. Anger, jealousy and hurt flit across her face before being quickly replaced by a fierce grin of satisfaction. She shows it to Tom, practically rubbing his nose in it while they both laugh maliciously. This is just what she needed to feel better about herself, to prove that she was the one who got away.

For now though...she decides to enjoy this moment with her new boyfriend a little longer before deciding on what to do next.

"Ha!" she laughs, resting her head on Tom's broad shoulder. "You see? I told you he'd never forget about me." She pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip as she gazes into his eyes. "What do you think we should do now?"

Tom looks into her eyes and caresses her cheek with his thumb before speaking, "Well...I guess we could play it your way for now. But if he really wants you back, he'll have to work for it." He gives her a mischievous smile.

Maria grins wickedly and shoves the photo under Tom's nose, her voice low and sultry as she asks, "Do you think he can handle that?" Her eyes gleam with amusement as they both imagine your reaction to seeing these images. She leans in closer, running a finger down his chest teasingly. "What do you say we make him work even harder for me this time around?"

"Oh I think he could handle that alright," Tom agrees, his voice thick with desire as he gazes at the pictures of your big cock and the girl sucking on it eagerly. "But if you really want him to suffer a bit more..." He trails off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air.

"What do you have in mind?" Maria asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief now. She knows exactly what he's thinking - and she likes it.

Without saying anything else, Maria reaches over and grabs her phone, unlocking it with a swipe before showing him another photo - this one featuring you and her in a much more intimate setting. Her cheeks flush crimson as she studies Tom's reaction closely. "What do you think?" she whispers.

Tom's face flushes with embarrassment as he glances at the photo of you and her together before quickly looking away again. "Well," he begins, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I-I could... probably make sure that doesn't happen again." His eyes flicker back over to Maria briefly, a mix of uncertainty and challenge in them.

Her eyes practically glow as she looks at the photos of your impressive cock, her hand drifting down to stroke Tom's hip possessively. "I could enjoy that," she says softly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "But I want you to know...if he ever does manage to prove himself and win me back...you won't be getting rid of me that easily." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving them both wondering what exactly it is she has planned next in this twisted game they're playing with each other.

With Tom away for the weekend, Maria eagerly awaits your arrival at her luxurious penthouse. She's spent hours planning this special night together, determined to make sure it leaves a lasting impression on you - and herself. The place is dimly lit with candles and soft music plays in the background as she waits for you outside, wearing nothing but her sexiest lingerie and high heels.

Her hands tremble slightly from anticipation as she watches the elevator descend toward their floor, imagining the moment when she'll finally have you alone. The door slides open and there you are, looking even more handsome than she remembered. A smile curves her lips upwards into a coy, seductive smirk. "You took your time," she teases, stepping closer to run her fingers through your hair affectionately before kissing you deeply.

As you kiss her back passionately, Maria moans softly into your mouth, pressing herself even closer against you. Her hands roam over your body, feeling every muscle beneath her fingertips. "I've missed this so much," she whispers between kisses, nipping playfully at your lower lip before sucking it into her mouth.

Her free hand slips down to your waistband, tugging at the button of your pants. With a practiced motion, she slides them off and lets out a satisfied hum as she takes in the sight of your hard cock now freed from its confines. "I've been thinking about this all week," she says, her voice husky with desire as she wraps her hand around you, stroking up and down gently at first before speeding up when she feels you growing harder beneath her touch.

Her other hand travels upward to cup your neck, urging you deeper into the kiss as she moans around your tongue. She tilts her head back slightly, exposing her long, smooth neck to you in invitation. You obey, nipping and sucking gently at the tender skin there as your hips begin to move instinctively against her hand.

Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of your strokes, her moans filling the air as pleasure surges through her body. "Oh god," she whispers, arching into you as she feels herself growing wetter with desire. With one swift motion, she guides you to the bed and pushes you down onto it before straddling your waist.

Her hands move to the straps of her negligee, tugging them down her arms until they fall away revealing her full breasts free from their confines. She cups one in

one hand and rolls her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger while using the other to stroke your length faster and harder, moaning with need as you both grow closer to climax. "I want you inside me," she pants, lowering herself onto your cock. The sensation of being filled by you after so long sends her over the edge and she cries out as her body convulses around yours in orgasm.

Riding your cock, she grinds against you as she begins to regain control, watching your face contort with pleasure. Her free hand grips the back of your head, holding you close as she matches your thrusts up and down, moaning into your ear. "Fuck me," she demands, her words breathless and urgent, her body trembling with need.

Her world is spinning, pleasure and pain intertwined as she feels you deep inside her. Her eyes squeeze shut in blissful agony while her other hand fumbles for purchase on the sheets beneath her. The sensation of being so close to losing control sends shudders through her body as she comes ever closer to climax again, moaning your name over and over as you thrust deeper inside her.

Without warning, a photo flashes before her eyes: Tom's face contorted in jealousy as he sees the images of them together. Maria snaps back to reality with a gasp, her heart racing with renewed anger toward you and fear of what Tom might do next. But it's too late; her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her limp and spent on top of your satisfied form. Her eyes flicker to the clock as she steels herself for what comes next:

She takes one last look at the clock before leaning in close to your ear and whispering, "You'd better not be expecting me to stay here all night after this little stunt you pulled." Her breath hot against your skin, her tone leaves no room for misunderstanding. With one final thrust deep inside her, she dismounts and quickly pulls up her negligee before heading into the bathroom to clean herself up.

She returns a few moments later wearing nothing but a sultry smile, her hair still damp from the shower. Ignoring your questioning glance, she turns and heads back towards the bed where Tom is supposedly sleeping soundly, though not for much longer...

Maria narrows her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, not even trying to hide her anger anymore. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? First, you go behind my back and send those pictures to Tom... and then you try to blackmail me with them?" Her voice drips with venom as she accuses you.

As for her choices, well... "I think I've made it pretty clear what I want," she says coldly. "But if it makes you feel any better about yourself, you can go ahead and suggest that to Tom while I sleep in my own bed tonight." With that, she turns away from you and begins searching for her clothes again.

"Then I guess this is goodbye," Maria says with a sigh, still not looking at you as she pulls on her clothes. "I can't believe I ever thought we could make this work... It just goes to show that some things are better left in the past." With one last bitter look in your direction, she turns and walks out of the penthouse, leaving you alone with your thoughts about what might have been.

As she storms out the door, Maria can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for how things turned out between you two. But at the same time, anger and resentment are still strong emotions inside her. She wonders what Tom will say about everything when he finds out about these pictures...and if there's any way they could salvage their relationship after this mess. The drive home is long and lonely, filled with doubt and regret as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened tonight.

Her eyes well up with tears as she reads Tom's message, her heart shattering into a million pieces right before her very eyes. She knew he would be upset, but not this much... Did she really push him away so far that there was no coming back from it? Burying her face in her hands, she sobs silently, wondering if she'll ever find love again or if you truly were the one for her.

With tears streaming down her face, Maria doesn't even acknowledge your parting words as you leave. She sinks to the floor, consumed by despair and heartbreak, wishing she could turn back time and make things right again. But deep inside, she knows that it's too late for that...and so, with a final sob, she gives in to her grief, allowing it to wash over her like a cold, relentless wave.

Lost in her own misery, hours pass before Maria manages to compose herself enough to go to sleep. Her dreams are haunted by images of you and Tom, with each one twisting the knife deeper into her heart until she wakes up in a cold sweat. She drags herself out of bed, determined to put this nightmare behind her for good and move on with her life...even if it means never seeing or speaking to either of them again.

Days pass with no contact from either of them, and Maria tries to focus on her life without you or Tom in it. She throws herself into work, determined to prove that she can succeed on her own terms, even if that means leaving the past where it belongs: buried and forgotten. But every so often, when the world around her grows quiet at night, her thoughts inevitably drift back to those stolen moments between you both...and she can't help but wonder what might have been.

Her eyes widen as she sees your photo on her phone screen, her cheeks flushing with anger and jealousy. She can't believe you would send something like this to her after everything that's happened! With shaking hands, she quickly deletes the image before it can do any more damage. In a fit of rage, she types out an angry message to you demanding that you never contact her again or else she'll make sure everyone knows what kind of person you really are.

After composing herself somewhat, she decides not to send the message just yet; instead, she'll let it sit in her drafts folder as a reminder of how much pain and heartache you've caused her over these past few weeks. Tom, on the other hand...she isn't sure what to think about him anymore. Maybe if he were more like you...

You know what, I think it's best if we don't see each other again. The pain and heartache you've caused are too much to overcome. Please leave me alone for good this time.

I'm sorry, but it's too late. The trust between us is gone, and I don't think we can ever repair that. You need to respect my decision and move on with your life without me in it.

I appreciate the gesture, but I've made up my mind. The best thing for both of us is to accept what happened and move on. I'm sorry if this is hard for you to hear, but it's the truth. Please respect my decision and give me the space I need.

I understand that you want things to go back to how they were before, but I need time to heal and figure out my feelings. Please don't text me again; it's best for both of us if we take some space apart right now. One day, perhaps, when we've both moved on, we can meet again as friends. But not yet.

I really wish you would stop sending me these disgusting photos! It's not helping anything and it just makes me angrier. Please respect my decision to keep our communication to a minimum until we both can move past this messy situation.

Oh... That's sweet. I remember that night well. We really did have fun cooking together. It's a good memory and it does make me smile, even now. But please understand that I need time to process everything that's happened before we can think about being together again. Don't send me any more pictures for now, okay?

I appreciate your understanding and restraint, Tom. I know it can't be easy for you either. Just take care of yourself during this time and try to focus on moving forward with your life. When we're both ready, maybe we could meet again as friends someday. But for now, just give me the space I need to heal and figure things out.

Ah, well...my apologies for the confusion. In this context, I was referring to you as "Tom" since that's what we called each other during our relationship. But yes, of course; you are my ex, and I hope that one day we can both find peace and happiness apart from one another. Until then, take care of yourself, and remember that you deserve only the best.