Forbidden Reunion: Ex-Girlfriend Craves My Cock After Cheating… And I Give Her a Creampie!

The text popped up on my phone late at night. "I messed up," it read, followed by a string of crying emojis. It was Mari, my ex. The one who dumped me for some chump she met at the gym. I almost ignored it, but curiosity – and maybe a little bit of lingering lust – got the better of me.

"What do you want, Mari?" I texted back, trying to sound nonchalant. Her reply was immediate: "Can we talk?"

A few hours later, she was standing on my doorstep, looking like a kicked puppy. Her big boobs strained against her low-cut top, but I tried not to focus on that. "I miss you," she blurted out, her voice thick with emotion. "I miss…this." She gestured vaguely towards me. I could tell she missed my big cock.

I let her in. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. I started by kissing her neck gently, working my way down to those glorious natural tits, cup C. She moaned, a low, throaty sound that I hadn't heard in months. My hands explored her body, remembering every curve and contour.

Soon, we were naked, tangled in my sheets. I went down on her, eating her pussy until she was begging for more. Her perfect pink pussy was so tight and wet. I could tell she wanted it rough, wanting some form of punishment and forgiveness. I obliged, teasing her with my tongue before plunging deeper.

"Please…fuck me," she gasped, her nails digging into my back. I flipped her over, pulling her into doggystyle. She loved it like that, her big ass bouncing with every thrust. I pounded into her, claiming her once again. We went through positions, from missionary, to side fuck.

The climax was explosive. I felt myself deepthroat her cries as she squeezed my cock harder. As I came, I plunged deep, filling her with my seed. A massive creampie right inside that pussy that she offered to some other guy.

Later, as we lay there, exhausted and spent, she whispered, "I'm so sorry." I just held her close. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she'd cheat again. But in that moment, all that mattered was the feel of her skin against mine, the taste of her on my lips, and the knowledge that she wanted me, truly wanted me, back in her life.