The scent of her perfume, still faintly familiar, fills the room as we stand there, caught in a moment of hesitation and longing. Our clothes fall to the floor in a heap, forgotten in our haste. She guides my hand between her thighs, her eyes locked onto mine as I feel her wetness, her body responding to my touch. I can't help but groan as she takes me in her hand, her fingers wrapping around my hard cock. We move together, our bodies pressing against each other, our movements synchronised in a dance we once knew by heart.