Jane Wilde's eyes lock onto her ex's crotch, his bulge betraying his arousal. She licks her lips, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, a silent invitation. He obliges, his thick cock sliding into her warm, welcoming mouth. She moans, her natural tits pressing against his legs, her petite body squirming. She wants more, needs more. She wants him to grip her hair, to fuck her face, to claim her again. She wants him to bend her over, to take her doggy-style, to remind her why she fell in love with him in the first place.