The door creaks open, and in stumbles your ex, drunk and disheveled, but his eyes are clear and focused on one thing: you. He's home, and he's not leaving until he's had his fill. He shoves you onto the bed, his hot, eager hands tearing at your clothes. You struggle, but your body betrays you, arching into his touch as his hard cock presses against your thigh. This isn't the sweet, gentle lover you once knew; this is raw, primal, and you can't help but want every rough, passionate inch of him.