I fucked my ex F19

It was one of those perfect summer days, where the sun was just warm enough and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. I was out for a walk, trying to clear my head, when I saw him—my ex, We’ll cam Freddie. We hadn't ended on the best terms, but there he was, looking as good as ever in that lazy summer way, his shirt slightly open, showing just a hint of his chest.

Our eyes met, and there was this immediate, electric tension. Without a word, we both knew what was about to happen. He nodded towards the woods, a secluded spot we used to sneak off to. I followed, my heart pounding with a mix of nostalgia and excitement.

Once we were deep enough into the trees, hidden from prying eyes, he pulled me close, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that hadn't faded. It was like all the unresolved feelings, all the heat we once shared, surged back in a single moment.

His hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, his touch reigniting flames I thought were long extinguished. We stumbled to a small clearing, the ground covered in soft grass and leaves. He pushed me against a tree, his kisses trailing down my neck, making me moan.

We were quick, driven by this raw, primal urge. He undid my shorts, his fingers finding how wet I already was, teasing me, making me gasp. I worked on his jeans, freeing his cock, which was hard and ready. There was no time for preamble; we were both too lost in the moment.

He lifted me slightly, my legs wrapping around him as he pushed inside me, the bark of the tree rough against my back, contrasting with the smooth thrust of his entry. It was intense, the feeling of him filling me up, the thrill of being in the open, the danger of being caught adding to the rush.

We moved together, our bodies remembering each other's rhythm, Freddie’s breath hot against my ear as he whispered my name. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, the sensation of him inside me, the summer air, the sounds of the forest around us, all merging into one overwhelming experience.

I was close, so close, the edge of orgasm teasing me with each thrust. Freddie sensed it, his movements becoming more urgent, driving me over the edge. I came with a cry, muffled against his shoulder, my body trembling around him.

He followed almost immediately, his own release marking the end of our frantic coupling. We stayed like that, panting, our bodies still connected, the forest our witness. After a moment, he set me down, and we both knew this was a one-time thing, a summer's whim fueled by old flames.

We parted without many words, just a shared look that said everything. As I walked back, the thrill of what we'd just done settled into me, a secret moment reclaimed from the past, hidden among the trees.