Ex's Self-Pleasure: A Bittersweet Reunion

The screen flickers to life, revealing my ex, her hair disheveled, cheeks flushed. She's wearing my old shirt, the one she used to steal, now a thin, see-through barrier against her naked body. Her fingers, those same fingers that once traced my body, now dance along her thighs, her hips, her breasts, before finally dipping into her panties. She's slick, her arousal coating her fingers as she pushes them in and out, her hips moving in sync with her hand. Her moans fill the room, echoing in my ears, a symphony of lust and longing. She's close, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, before she finally crashes over the edge, her body shuddering with her release.

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