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Sex with the Ex

It’s been months now since I’ve seen her  
Out of the blue, she gives me a call  
Telling me she still had a few things of mine
Cringing at the thought, I said “I’ll be right over”
Pulling up at what used to be our driveway
Seeing through the window a small flicker of fire
Fearing the worst, I burst in the door
Only finding candles and flower petals
Thinking she might have a date over, but then thinking “why would she have called me?”    
The petals led up the stairs, so I followed    
A sign on the door said “open me”  
So I did, revealing a sight I haven’t seen for awhile
There she stood with only a see through nightgown    
Being in shock I yell out “What are you up too!”     
Walking over to me then getting down on her knees
She then unzips my pants, pulling my stiff dick out and into her mouth
I lay my hand on the top of her head as she bobs  
Thinking at that moment how much I missed this    
Not wanting to waste the opportunity    
I pick her up and bend her over the bed
Taking all those thoughts of hate and pounding them into her
It felt so right to dominate that bitch for a change    
Having my hands gripping her hips with the occasional degrading ass slap
She screams out nasty things as I have my way with her “fuck me you bastard!”
I start to turn her over, but as I do she grabs me and pushes me onto the bed
Takes my hardness and slips it inside her moist slit
Riding me with her hands fastened against my chest
The view is of her fantastic tits bouncing as we fuck like strangers
With my hands gripping her breast, we reach our climax
My cum exploding inside her as my hips tighten and her ass clenches
She then gets off, wipes herself with a towel and points to the door saying “get the fuck out!”
Walking off with a grin, my feelings are of confusion, yet still satisfied…
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