The dim lighting casts long shadows as you're bent over, hands gripping the bedsheets, ready to take what's coming. Your ex, fueled by anger and lust, lines up behind you, their cock throbbing with anticipation. They slam into you, their hips meeting your ass with a sharp smack, filling you completely. Each thrust is a statement, a claim, a punishment for your past transgressions. Their hands roam your body, squeezing your tits, slapping your ass, marking you as they fuck you raw and deep, seeking release and retribution in your tight, willing hole.