There’s no denying my ex and I have a powerful sexual connection. Every time we’re in the same room I can feel my body tense up and tingle. Just a glance from her making me soaked, squirming in my own skin. We crave each others bodies and minds. Until one of us can’t take it anymore and we grab the other, hand around her neck as I shove her against the wall.

The make out session is intense and passionate. Hair pulling, groaning, and lip biting. I tug at her pants and push them to the ground, my hand rubbing over her underwear and feeling her warmth. I push them to the side and slide my fingers over her wet slit gaining a moan from her. Such a good fucking girl. I smirk and drop to my knees, pushing her legs open as I rub over her tight hole.

I lean in and flick my tongue over her throbbing clit. Sucking on it softly as I tease a finger in. I watch as she kind and melts under my touch, hands gripping my hair I moan into her pussy as I suck on her clit, pushing two fingers into her tight pussy.

I groan as I feel her walls clenching my fingers, curling my fingers as I pound her little pussy faster and faster. She arches her back and starts moaning out my name as she cums all over my fucking hand, body shaking as her hips rock against my fingers.