Corsico55's ex, a name and face now faded, returns to satisfy an unspoken longing. She takes him in, her warm, wet mouth enveloping his hardening cock. Her tongue dances, teasing the tip, before she plunges down, relishing the familiar taste. She gazes up, eyes locked with his, as she bobs, saliva glistening on her chin. Her rhythm is steady, hungry, like she's trying to reclaim something lost.