Why Does My Ex Still Make Me Wet When I Think About Her?

I remember the first time I saw her like this, naked and vulnerable, her body trembling with anticipation. She was always so confident, so in control, but in that moment, she was just a woman, desperate for release. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I knew she was thinking of him. My ex, the one who had left her wanting, the one who had taught her to crave the touch of a man. I could almost feel his presence in the room, his hands on her body, his cock filling her up. She was a mess, a beautiful, desperate mess, and I loved every second of it. I loved knowing that she was mine, that I was the one who got to watch her fall apart, who got to see her at her most vulnerable. And as I watched her, I couldn’t help but think about the way he had made her feel, the way he had made her scream. I wanted to be him, to be the one who could make her lose control, to be the one who could make her beg. But for now, I was content to watch, to be the one who got to see her at her most raw, her most real. And as she came, her body shaking with pleasure, I knew that I would never forget this moment, that I would never forget the way she looked, the way she felt, the way she made me feel. I was his cuckold, his slut, and I loved every second of it.