Unfinished Business: Surrendering to Vanesa's Allure

Vanesa, my past, my present, my obsession. In the quiet of my room, I let my imagination run wild, picturing her kneeling before me, her hands expertly unbuckling my belt. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with that familiar hunger, before taking me into her mouth, her warm, wet lips enveloping me. I groan, my hands fisting her hair as she works me expertly, her tongue swirling around my sensitive tip. The fantasy is so vivid, I can almost feel her, taste her, smell her. It's torture, this unfulfilled longing, but I can't help but surrender to it, again and again.

• my
• ex
• vanesa

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