She Said We Were Done Forever But Showed Up At 2 A.M. Begging For My Big Cock Again

2 a.m. knock jolts me awake. Door opens—it’s her, eyes glassy, short dress clinging to her curves. “I lied,” she whispers, stepping inside, kicking the door shut. “I need your big cock again… please.” No time for words—she drops to her knees, yanks my boxers down and swallows me deep, gagging sloppy as drool spills down her chin onto her tits. She sucks hungry, throat fluttering, moaning muffled “I can’t stop thinking about it.” Then she stands, hikes her dress—no panties—bends over the couch spreading wide begging “fuck me raw, fill me deep.” I slide balls-deep into her soaked pussy in one thrust, pounding hard while she moans “yes, own me again.” Couch creaks loud, her ass rippling as she pushes back greedy. She cums shaking, pussy pulsing tight around me. I grip her hips tighter, slam deeper and unload thick ropes inside her pulsing pussy, cum dripping down her thighs onto the cushions while she gasps laughing “we’re not done… never were.”