In the dimly lit room, my ex lies back, legs parted, her fingers tracing the outer lips of her wet pussy. She's playing, taunting me with her tight, inviting cunt. She dips a finger in, pulling it out coated in her juices, she licks it clean, a wicked grin on her face. "You wish it was you," she purrs, her pussy aching for more than just her touch.