The city echoes with the ghosts of your past as you cross paths with your ex-girlfriend. Her eyes, filled with nostalgia and hunger, flicker to your crotch, igniting a familiar spark. "Let's grab a coffee," she suggests, but her intentions are clear. As you sit down, she leans in, her voice a sultry whisper, "You know, I still miss the way you used to fill my mouth." Before you can react, she's under the table, her skilled lips wrapping around your cock, her tongue dancing along your length. She's hungry, eager to recreate their steamy past, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working your shaft, as the world around you fades into a blur of pleasure and regret.