Anya, the ex with a reputation, stops by for coffee, but it's not the brew that has her ex's heart racing. She's got a guilty pleasure in mind, a secret they shared. As she leans in, her breath hot on his ear, she whispers, "You remember, don't you?" Before he can answer, she's on her knees, her skilled mouth wrapping around him. She's sinful, shameless, and he's helpless to resist. She sucks him off, her eyes locked on his, until he can't hold back any longer, spilling into her eager mouth.