Revisiting Familiar Pleasures

In the dimly lit room, the tension between the estranged lovers is palpable. The familiar scent of their past lingering in the air. She bites her lip, her eyes locked onto his, as he slowly unzips his pants, revealing the tenting bulge. She can't help but reminisce about the way he used to pop her, the way his thick length would fill her, stretch her. He smirks, knowing her thoughts, and begins to stroke himself, his gaze never leaving her. She mirrors his actions, her panties growing damp as she recalls the sensation of him inside her. The room echoes with their shallow breaths and the wet sounds of their self-pleasure, a symphony of their shared history.

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