The air is thick with tension and longing as the former lovers, now strangers, stand awkwardly in the dimly lit room. The woman, her heart pounding, breaks the silence, "Remember how we used to fuck, baby?" She steps closer, her fingers tracing the outline of his chest. He swallows hard, nodding. She turns around, bending over, her skirt riding up to reveal a lacy thong. "Missionary first," she commands, looking back at him with desire-filled eyes. He obliges, sliding into her warmth, their bodies pressing together. She moans softly, guiding him with her hips. "Now, doggy," she whispers, pushing her ass back against him, eager for more.