Ex-Lovers' Erotic Reunion
The rain pours down, a symphony that drowns out the world, as you stand under the dim streetlight, your ex waiting for you. You've both moved on, but the storm has stirred something primal within you. You can see her shivering, her clothes clinging to her curves, nipples erect from the cold. She looks at you, her eyes filled with a familiar hunger. "I can't stop thinking about us," she confesses, her voice barely audible over the rain. You feel your cock stir, remembering the taste of her, the feel of her body against yours. You reach out, gently touching her face, and she leans into your touch, her body pressing against yours. The world fades away as you give in to the temptation, your hands exploring her body as the rain pours down around you.