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NSFW: yes

I’ve been pretty horny and willing for a cock in my pussy lately I ended up texting one of my exes who lives nearby to ask him if he’d like to go for a drink.
We had not seen each other in months so he probably knew that a drink was not what I had in mind but he accepted my proposition anyway.
So after work, I met him in a cafe and we chatted a little around a drink. But clearly we didn’t care about the drink or any other things. There was just us and our visible horniness. We stared at each other hungrily for as long as we could, the sexual desire in my eyes matching his. We wanted to let it grow, to make what was to come as intense as efficient.
So we waited until we couldn’t wait anymore.
I followed him to his place and right after the door closed, he caught my body and slammed me against the nearest wall to kiss me, to kiss my lips, my neck, my cleavage. We got rid of our clothes and he slid his hand in my panties. I was so wet and he was clearly very hard. He fingered me until I started mewling loudly in his mouth and then I knelt and took his cock in my mouth. I wanted to have his cum in my mouth but that wasn’t his plan.
So he led me to the couch and laid me down on my back. I spread my legs and he placed himself between them. He didn’t tease me. He was clearly too impatient for that. Thank god. I moaned so hard when he pushed his hard cock inside of my wet pussy and I quickly wrapped my legs around him to make him go as deep as efficient. He soon started fucking me hard and rough, his balls slapping against my entrance.
He talked dirty, just like he at all times did when we were together. He called me his good girl until he was so close to cum. Then there was no good girl anymore. I was his slut, his cumslut even and he repeated it as he pounded me from behind and came deep in my pussy.
I shouldn’t have let him do that but somehow I couldn’t help but beg for his warm seed in my hole.
After he was done filling me up, he got up to go fetch a towel and clean me up a little. And while he was gone, I grabbed my phone and took a picture of my pussy dripping with his cum. I wanted a memory of that moment.
I didn’t stay after that even if my body was begging me for a round 2.
I had to be somewhat reasonable. But if fucking your ex is wrong, why does it feel so good?

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