Returning home, I found my ex-girlfriend waiting, still enthralled by our past sexual escapades. Despite her chubbiness, she eagerly showed off her assets, leading to a heated encounter.
After a heated argument with my ex, it became apparent that she still harbored strong feelings for me. Unable to resist her allure, I surrendered to her seduction, ignoring the warning signs of her voluptuous figure. As she shed her clothing, her ample curves became evident, but I was too consumed by desire to care.I took her in my arms, our bodies entwining in a passionate embrace. Her soft, plump form pressed against me, her hands exploring my hardened desire. With a moan of anticipation, she parted her legs, inviting my throbbing member to explore her depths.Our encounter was intense and raw, a testament to our unresolved passion. The sight of her bouncing on my cock, her luscious curves swaying, was a sight to behold. The taste of her, the feel of her, was intoxicating, a sensory overload that left us both breathless.But as quickly as it began, it ended. Our brief moment of passion was soon replaced by the reality of our complicated history. But the memory of her, the taste of her, would linger with me for a long time to come.
