Desire's Echo: Me & My Former Lover

In the dimly lit room, I watch my ex-wife, a vision of sultry confidence, teasingly strip down to her lace lingerie. She's here for closure, she says, but her eyes betray a different hunger. As she mounts me, her hips grinding against mine, I can feel her wetness through the thin fabric. She rides me slow, then fast, her moans filling the room as she takes her pleasure, using me to satisfy her own desires. When she leans in to kiss me, I taste the salt of our mingled sweat, and I know this is far from over.

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