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As I answer the call from my ex-girlfriend Lexi, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. We had a tumultuous relationship, to say the least. She was always getting into trouble, breaking my heart, my car, and everything else she could get her hands on. I thought we were done for good, but now she wants to meet up again? What's going on here?

The knock on the door brings me face-to-face with Lexi, and she's got that same mischievous glint in her eye. She's still got that same spark that drove me crazy in the past, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to deal with it again.

She starts talking, reminding me of all the reasons why we broke up in the first place. I listen patiently, trying to gauge her intentions. But before she can even finish her sentence, she drops her mouth on my dick, and I'm hooked.

The moment her mouth is around my cock, I know I'm in trouble. I try to take it out on her holes, fucking her face like it owes me money. But she takes it like a pro, her eyes locked on mine, her body shaking with pleasure.

But she's not done yet. She turns me around, and we're in doggy style, me fucking her like my life depends on it. I'm not done yet, though. I surprise her by sliding it into her tight backside, and she lets out a scream of delight.

I'm not done yet. I take her from behind, fucking her like a animal. And then, I switch it up, taking her from the front, fucking her like I mean it.

I cover her face with cum, and for a moment, I feel like I've got her right where I want her. But as I look into her eyes, I see something there that gives me pause. It's not just desire; it's desperation.

I realize that I've got to make a choice. Do I take her back, or do I send her packing? As I look at her, I see a woman who's broken, who's desperate for attention and love. And I feel a pang of guilt for the way I treated her in the past.

I take a deep breath, and I make my decision. I tell her that I'm not ready to take her back, that I need time to figure out who I am without her in my life. And with that, I watch as she crumbles, her desperation turning to anger and heartbreak.

It's not the answer I expected, but it's the one I need. I need to figure out who I am, what I want, and what I'm willing to fight for. And right now, it's clear that it's not her.

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