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

She pouts and stomps her foot, but relents to your touch as she hugs you tightly, wrapping her arms around your neck. You can feel her hard nipples pressing against your chest through her thin negligee. Her breathing gradually calms down until it's just soft whispers in your ear

I miss this... and I hate myself for still wanting this... But what can I do when you're the only one who really makes me feel this way?

She gasps and pushes herself against your hand on her ass while grinding her hips into it. Her entire body trembles with arousal. Grabbing onto your arms, she pulls you both towards a small couch covered in fluffy pillows, leading you to fall down together onto the soft surface. She quickly climbs on top of you and starts kissing you passionately, pushing her tongue into your mouth

I've thought about this... what we used to have... all the time. I can't stop myself from wanting more. I just... need it again. Need you inside me.

Giggling madly, she begins to undress you roughly, her nails scratching lightly along your skin as she reveals your hard cock. With a devilish grin, she takes it in her hand and gives it a few strokes before guiding it to her wet folds. She sinks down slowly, moaning with pleasure at the sensation of being filled once again by your familiar flesh. Her hips begin to move rhythmically as she rides you, her breasts swaying erratically above you.

"Fuck," she gasps. "I've missed this..."

"Fuck you," she hisses, eyes squeezed shut as her body quakes with desire. "This is everything... and nothing." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she rides you harder, grinding against your lap with unrestrained lust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations overwhelm her, both familiar and alien at the same time.

Her hands move to fumble with his button-down shirt, finally ripping it open to expose his chest, revealing his muscles flexing beneath her touch. She kisses and nips at his neck, moaning into his ear as she draws closer to climax.

"Nothing," she gasps between moans. "It's just... you..." Her words are lost as she tightens around him, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure and regret. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as sweat beads on her brow. For a moment, there's silence as you both catch your breath, the only sounds the soft flutter of her eyelashes against your skin and the rapid thrumming of your heartbeats in sync.

Then she looks up at you from beneath half-lidded eyes and whispers, "Don't tell him..."

With each deep thrust you make into her, she feels him closer to release and her own inevitable climax. She arches her back off the couch, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her once again. His rough movements against her sensitive flesh only heighten her arousal; it's almost as if he's possessing her body entirely in this moment, claiming what is rightfully his.

She reaches up to grasp the plushy oversized stuffed animal beside her, using it to cover her moans and whimpers as they escape from her lips like a desperate plea for release. Her nails dig into the material of the couch, clawing at anything she can find purchase on in this moment of blissful surrender.

"Yes!" she cries out, feeling herself on the brink of orgasm again as your rough movements send waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her arms flail wildly above her head and she arches her back off the couch even further, moaning loudly as you claim her over and over.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you deeper inside of her with every thrust. The air fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their labored breaths mixing together in a symphony of lust and desire.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she nears her second climax, feeling your cock pulsing inside of her. She gasps for breath, moaning your name over and over again as you continue to take her roughly. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks that will be visible long after he's gone.

"Yes," she sobs, arching her back one final time before falling limp beneath you, her body spent and exhausted from the passionate release. But even as she lays there, eyes closed and breath slowing, a small part of her still yearns for more...

Maria's breath quickens as you take her roughly again and again. She gasps your name, digging her nails into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to find purchase against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her legs tremble and shake with each thrust, her muscles clenching around you in rhythmical spasms of pleasure. Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to suppress the sounds of her moans but fails miserably against their animalistic intensity.

"I need..." she pants, "...more." It's a plea and a threat all in one, an admission that even this brief encounter isn't enough to quell her insatiable desire for you.

"Yeah..." she moans breathlessly, her fingernails digging deeper into your shoulders as she grinds her hips against you in time with each thrust. "But don't make me feel... guilty." Her words are barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding and her ragged breaths.

Her eyes fly open, landing on a framed photo on the wall beside them, capturing Tom and herself at some romantic getaway smiling brightly for the camera. "This is... complicated," she whispers, fear and longing tangled together in her expression.

She moans out loudly as you continue to pound into her, pushing past her resistance and filling every inch of her with your hard cock. Her hips buck up against yours, meeting your force with equal fervor. "Because..." she gasps between moans "...it is." But even as the words leave her lips, they feel hollow; she knows it's more than just Tom and their happy pictures on the wall that make this situation complicated.

It's everything. The past, the present, and the endless cycle of guilt and desire that bind them together, like two sides of a coin spinning out of control.

"I don't know," she cries out, arching her back off the couch as another powerful wave of pleasure washes over her. "It just is..." Her words trail off into a moan as you continue to thrust roughly inside of her, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, drawing blood that mixes with their sweat as she clings to you in this moment of reckless abandon. But even as she surrenders herself entirely to the pleasure you give her, there's a small voice in the back of her mind that whispers, "What if he finds out?"

Her body tenses as she feels you close to release. "Yes," she breathes raggedly, meeting your thrusts with hers. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood and sweat behind as her hips move erratically against yours. The only sound in the room is their labored breathing, interspersed with soft moans and gasps of pleasure.

Her eyes drift shut, her mind spinning as she tries to make sense of it all: the guilt, the desire, the conflicting emotions that swirl around her like a stormy sea. But in this moment, there is only you; your body moving against hers in perfect rhythm, driving her ever closer to ecstasy.

With one final thrust, she cries out your name as pleasure washes over her, shuddering violently beneath your touch. Her inner muscles clench tightly around you, milking the last drops of your release from your aching cock. As her body trembles with aftershocks of ecstasy, she opens her eyes to find that she's still gazing at the photo on the wall; Tom and her in their happy little world. She lets out a shaky breath, trying to reconcile the mess that is her life with this fleeting moment of perfect connection with you.

With your weight pressing her into the couch, Maria closes her eyes again and tries to pretend this was all just a dream; that she's still with Tom, living happily ever after in their perfect little world. But as you lie heavily on top of her, still hard inside her, reality crashes down around them like a ton of bricks.

"I hate us," she whispers bitterly, her voice raw from their exertions. "But I can't stop." The words taste like ash in her mouth; familiar and poisonous all at once. Her heart aches for the life she could have with Tom... but the pleasure you bring her is like an addiction, making it impossible to resist.

She reaches up to stroke your cheek, her touch hesitant and full of regret. "I do," she whispers, closing her eyes as tears threaten once again to spill over. "But I can't... I don't know how to stop." Her fingers trace patterns on your chest as she tries desperately to find an answer; something that will make it all go away and leave her with the life she always thought she wanted. But deep down, she knows that's never going to happen. This is their lives now: a messy, tangled web of guilt, desire, and endless heartache.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her breasts and kiss her roughly, pulling her closer to the physical reality of their situation. "I don't know," she whispers back, her voice shaking with emotion. "We could try... stop seeing each other?" The words taste bitter on her tongue; they seem impossible given how much she craves your touch, your presence.

But she knows that it's the only way out of this mess, even if it means giving up the only thing she truly wants in return.

Her gaze drops to your still-hard cock before meeting your eyes again, filled with both longing and fear. "But you can't keep doing this," she whispers, her voice barely a whisper. "Tom will find out." It's not much of a threat; it's more of an inevitability that they both know is coming.

The tension between them thickens like molasses, suffocating and unbearable at the same time. She longs for the ease of their old relationship, where everything was simple and clear: she loved you, he doesn't understand. Now there are layers upon layers of confusion and guilt, making every breath difficult and painful.

Her heart aches at your words; they're the same ones she wishes she could say back to you. But she knows deep down that it won't be that simple. She sighs heavily, her breath mingling with yours as they both try to grapple with the impossible situation they find themselves in.

"I don't know..." she whispers, closing her eyes once again. "Maybe we should see where things go... Just for a little while." It's a dangerous game they're playing, but it's all they have left. She doesn't want to give you up, and yet she can't continue like this forever. The future stretches out before them like an endless highway, twisting and turning in ways neither of them could have ever imagined.

With a tiny giggle that sounds more like a sob, she glances down to see your cum oozing out of her, staining her thighs. The sight serves as a painful reminder of everything they've done and everything they still are to each other, despite their attempts to deny it. She cups your cheek with one hand, stroking the stubble there gently.

"Maybe," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "We could just... see where this takes us." It's a fragile hope, built on the ashes of their past and shored up by the desperate need for connection. But it's all they have left now, flawed and imperfect as it is.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and she realizes how much her decision to take the pill had always been about protecting herself from you. It wasn't just about maintaining a relationship with Tom; it was also about keeping you out of their life for good. The idea of being pregnant with your child sends a shiver down her spine, both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. But she knows that if they continue like this, such a thing is inevitable. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll see." Her fingers dance along your chest as she struggles to find the right words, struggling to make sense of it all. This can't go on forever; they know that much. But for now, they have each other, flaws and all.

The thought of having your hard cock in her mouth fills Maria with both desire and trepidation. Her hands grip at the fabric of the couch, digging her nails into it as she tries to find some purchase against this overwhelming need that consumes her.

"Okay," she whispers, leaning forward to take your cock into her mouth once more. The familiarity of the taste and texture grounds her for a moment, helping her focus on the pleasure instead of the guilt and heartache. Her hands encircle your thighs, pulling them wider as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with her sucking.

The warmth spreading through her mouth only serves to heighten the arousal pulsing through her body, making her moan around you as she takes you deeper into her throat. Her free hand comes up to cup your balls, gently massaging them while she works on bringing you closer to release again.

The rough grip on her hair intensifies the sensations coursing through her body as she sucks harder and faster, using her tongue to stroke you in time with her movements. Her free hand works more urgently against your balls, feeling them tense beneath her fingertips as they approach their peak.

Her mouth is filled with the distinctive taste of you, and it only serves to fuel her arousal further. She focuses all of her energy on pleasuring you, pushing aside any thoughts about Tom or the messy situation they've found themselves in. In this moment, there is only them, and the intense connection they share through pleasure and pain.

Her throat feels raw as you roughly pull on her hair, making her gag and choke around your cock. The sounds she makes serve to heighten the pleasure both for you and herself, sending electric shockwaves through her body as she continues to bob her head up and down. Her free hand squeezes at your tightening balls, relishing in the feel of them drawing closer to release beneath her fingertips.

Her mouth fills with the taste of you, but she doesn't care; all that matters is bringing you to climax once more, even if it means pushing herself to the limit and beyond. As your thrusts become erratic and uncontrolled, she matches them with her own movements, desperate for one final release before reality inevitably crashes down around them again.

As you roughly thrust your hips forward one final time, filling her throat with your hot cum, Maria arches her back and lets out a strangled moan around your cock. Her eyes squeeze shut as she savors the taste of you, even knowing that it's just another layer of guilt added to the mess they've created together. With a shaky exhale, she slowly swallows every drop, her body trembling with release and relief.

She collapses back onto the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control of herself. Her fingers twitch at her side, craving another outlet for the desire that still simmers beneath the surface. The air between you feels thick with tension and unspoken words, but for now, they're both too spent to navigate the complex web of emotions any further.

All she can do is lay here with you, remembering how it felt to be connected in this way... hoping against hope that it might last just a little bit longer before reality comes crashing down once again.

Her breath slows, coming out in soft little gasps as she nestles closer to you. She buries her face in your neck, inhaling your familiar scent and trying to lose herself in the moment. This feels like home, even with all of the mess and pain that comes along with it; it's where she belongs, even if she knows deep down that it isn't healthy or right.

Her fingers trail lightly up and down your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as they slowly regain their strength. It doesn't take long before the ache between her legs begins to return, urging her towards another round of pleasure and pain. She knows she should move away, try to put some distance between you, but at this point it seems like an impossible task; like trying to undo gravity or stop the tides from coming in.

For now, all she can do is cling to you and hope that tomorrow brings a little more clarity...and maybe just a little bit less desire.