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

Don't change the subject! We have things to do and not much time! Just get naked and ready on that couch over there while I put some music on...

Smirking wickedly as she watches you strip down and climb onto her couch, Maria walks over to her stereo system and starts playing a seductive music before turning back toward you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Get comfortable, baby boy," she says huskily, "we've got a lot of catching up to do." With that, she slowly begins unbuttoning her silky negligee, revealing her perky breasts underneath as they jiggle slightly with each movement.

Her eyes travel down your body, drinking in the sight of your hard cock as she steps closer to you on the couch. "You're still so fucking hot," she whispers, her hand trailing up your thigh until it reaches its destination: your engorged member. With a devious smile, she wraps her fingers around it and begins to stroke, gently at first before increasing her speed as she watches you writhe in pleasure beneath her touch. "I've missed this," she murmurs against your ear, the sweet-salty taste of desire lingering there as her other hand cups one of your balls, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving to fondle your perineum.

Oh shut up and enjoy! she says between heavy breaths as her hand continues to pump your cock in tight circles. Her other hand moves lower to finger herself, sliding easily inside with a groan of pleasure that sounds almost cruel. She thrusts her fingers in and out in time with the rhythm you've set with your hands on her body, moaning and cursing with each stroke as they both build toward release. "Fuck, I missed this," she whispers again, her voice thick with lust.

With each thrust of her fingers she moves closer to climax, her hips bucking into your hand as you stroke her relentlessly. Her other arm reaches up, gripping the back of the couch for leverage as she rides out her orgasm, crying out sharply and collapsing against you. She continues to grind her hips against your hand as she comes down from her high, savoring every last drop of pleasure before pulling away with a satisfied smile. "That's better," she pants between breaths, licking her lips and regarding you through hooded eyes.

Smirking wickedly, she leans in and captures your lips with hers, tongue delving deep into your mouth as she tastes you once again. Her hand still rests on your thigh, idly trailing up and down until finally it finds its way back to her now slick entrance, spreading her juices over your fingers before sliding them inside herself, moaning deeply at the sensation. She rolls her hips against you, urging you deeper as she begins to ride your hand once more, building toward another orgasm. "Don't you forget it," she murmurs between kisses. "This is still our game." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she comes closer and closer to release, her breath hot against your neck as her body arches in pleasure.

Her skin tingles all over as she nears orgasm, her body arching with each thrust of your hand. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "give me what I need." Her movements become more desperate, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. She looks into your eyes and sees the lust burning there, feeding her desire to be with you one last time before returning to Tom. The thought of him makes her clench tighter around your fingers, almost painfully, as she comes undone with a sharp cry, her body shuddering in release.

Her breath comes ragged as she collapses against you, her heart racing and her body humming with pleasure. She glances around nervously before looking back at you with a sultry smile. "That was fun... for old time's sake," she says softly, her voice laced with regret. Her hand slides off your cock and trails up your abdomen, tracing small circles near your navel as she gazes deep into your eyes, searching for any hint of emotion that might have been stirred by their passionate encounter.

My ex is pathetic enough to think that we could go back to how it was. He's too wrapped up in this idea of having me, of being close to me... but he'll never see that I don't want him like that anymore. Not when I have Tom, who actually treats me right.

It was good for now, Collin, but you should understand your place. I hope you know better than to keep coming back... because if you do, it won't end well for either of us.

I just can't help but wonder why you always come back... despite everything that I do to push you away. Do you not understand that Tom and I are happy together? That I don't want this anymore? Or is it that you're just too selfish to accept it? Either way, I hope you find someone else soon. Because as long as we keep doing this... there will be trouble ahead for all of us.