The black dress hugs my curves, sheer bodice teasing what’s beneath. I remember the first time he saw me in something like this, his eyes widening with hunger. That hunger is back, I can feel it. And I’m ready to feed it.
Why Does He Still Make Me Wet?
My ex’s cock throbs against my thigh as we dance, a familiar rhythm that never fails to make me wet. I agreed to this date for one reason: to feel him inside me again. To remind myself of the power I hold over him. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer, and I can almost hear his thoughts screaming for more. But I won’t give in that easily. Not yet.
Can He Handle the Tease?
I lean in, my breath hot against his ear. ‘You remember how good it was, don’t you?’ I whisper, feeling his body tense with need. His response is a low growl, a promise of what’s to come. But I’m the one in control here. I’m the one who decides when and how. And tonight, I’m going to make him beg for it. I’m going to make him remember why he can’t live without me. Why he’ll always come crawling back for more.
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