The doorbell rings, and there she is, my ex, all grown up and even more irresistible. I invite her in, my eyes lingering on her ripe curves. She's here for closure, she says, but her wandering hands and flushed cheeks tell a different story. I lead her to the couch, her fingers tracing the bulge in my jeans. She bites her lip, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she unbuttons my pants. My cock springs free, and she doesn't hesitate, taking it into her warm, wet mouth. She's an amateur, but her hunger is insatiable, her mouth and hands working in tandem, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.