It’s been years since you and I broke up. You were a prude, I was a slut. We just didn’t mesh well. Then you changed, you played the field. Learned just how great sex with strangers could be and now even though we still can’t stand to be around each other for a long time we still find moments. Moments in which we can come together. There is a certain amazing pleasure in not giving a shit about each others pleasure. Literally using each other makes us both cum even harder. So, today we were meeting up. For no other reason to remind each other of why we’re broken up. I remind you how much of a waste of space you are with no aspirations. You remind me what an air headed dreamer I am with so many pipe dreams I could flood a city. I called you an asshole. You called me a bitch. And now I’m riding your cock in the front seat of your car. Your cock stretching me in that beautiful way it always had as I bounce up and down, one of my nipples between your teeth. Your nails digging into my ass making me scream. My nails leaving scratches down your stomach and chest. Both of us looking as if we’re trying to kill each other. Both of us covered in sweat. And, both of us lost in so much pleasure we were out of our fucking minds. This isn’t just sex. It’s a battle for domination. A war of pleasure, and I’m not sure exactly who’s winning.
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