Allen POV (Explicit scene ahead)The moment I stepped into the house, I slammed the door so hard the walls vibrated. My blood was boiling. Seeing Ayla today had completely fucked with my head. She looked so damn good, that tight dress hugging every curve, her hips swaying with that confident stride, her full breasts straining against the fabric. It dragged me straight back to those nights when she used to ride me like a woman possessed. I could still feel it: her tight, wet pussy sliding up and down my cock, her tits bouncing heavily in my face as I squeezed and sucked them. The way she’d lean down, moaning “I love you, Allen” while grinding her clit against me, proving with every roll of her hips just how badly she needed me. She used to clench around me so perfectly, milking my dick until I filled her up. I enjoyed every moment I used Ayla. She gave herself like a fool, completely, desperately, thinking it was love when it was nothing but me playing
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