Years after our breakup, I stumbled upon my ex with a new toy in hand. Her insistence on showing off led to an unexpected turn, reigniting old flames and exploring new pleasures.
After a rocky breakup with my ex, I've been itching to see how she's been doing. Being the nosy bastard that I am, I tracked her down and found her in the arms of another man, a toy if you will. I couldn't resist the urge to watch and see what kind of kinky shit they were into. As it turns out, she's got a thing for toys, and this guy had a collection that would make even the most seasoned sex toy enthusiast blush. I watched as she was taken to new heights of pleasure by this new toy, her moans echoing through the room. It was a sight to behold, watching my ex get pleasure from another man's touch. But as much as I wanted to join in, I couldn't shake the feeling of loss and longing. I left, my mind filled with thoughts of what could have been and what could still be. But for now, all I have is the memory of her pleasure and the knowledge that she's moving on, whether I like it or not.
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