Chasidy Lynn Criswell-Abbott, once a familiar warmth, now an awkward stranger, finds herself face-to-face with her ex, his thick cock throbbing between them. She hesitates, fingers tracing the familiar veins, before wrapping her hand around his shaft. Her grip is tentative, strokes slow, as if trying to make amends with each caress. Their eyes lock, awkward tension still lingering, yet her touch grows firmer, more confident. She leans in, her breath warm on his tip, but pulls back at the last moment, her guilt and regret palpable.