In a moment of nostalgia, you find yourself scrolling through old contacts, stumbling upon your ex. She agrees to meet, but with a twist - she wants to give you a handjob as a parting gift. You meet in a secluded alley, the cool night air contrasting with the heat building in your groin. Her touch is familiar yet charged with new intensity. She strokes you expertly, her hand tightening around your throbbing cock. But just as you're about to explode, she stops, leaving you breathless and yearning. "That's all you get," she whispers, walking away, leaving you with a mix of frustration and desire.