The air crackles with unspoken tension as she opens the door, her ex-boyfriend standing on the porch, a storm of desire brewing in his eyes. It’s been months, maybe years, but the magnetic pull between them hasn’t faded one bit. He doesn’t say a word, just steps inside, and she knows exactly what’s about to happen. No safe words, no precautions, just pure, unadulterated lust taking over.
They tear at each other’s clothes, a desperate frenzy of hands and mouths. Every touch is electric, every kiss a reminder of the fiery passion they once shared. He pushes her onto the nearest surface, his body a burning weight on hers. There’s no gentle foreplay, just raw, animalistic need. He’s inside her in seconds, thrusting hard and deep, each stroke a primal assertion of ownership.
She meets his intensity with a wild abandon, her nails digging into his back as she matches his rhythm. The room fills with their ragged breaths and moans, a symphony of pure, uninhibited pleasure. He doesn’t hold back, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her body clenches around him, and she screams as she explodes in a shattering orgasm.
But he’s not done yet. He pulls out for a moment, teasing her with the promise of more, before plunging back in even harder. This time, the pleasure is almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumes her from the inside out. He’s relentless, pushing her to the brink again and again until she’s a quivering mess of sensation.
Finally, he can’t hold back any longer. He unleashes a torrent of cum deep inside her, a hot, pulsing flood that seals their reckless reunion. They collapse together, breathless and spent, the consequences of their actions hanging heavy in the air. It was a non-safe day, a dangerous game, but in that moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the raw, undeniable connection that still burned between them.
