Over drinks, an ex-girlfriend requests a sex tape.

Chris found a spot at the tall table in his #1 bar. Their number one bar. In any event, it had been.

He was trusting that Lydia will show up. A USB drive sat in his pocket, fit to be given over. It felt curiously weighty. He prevailed upon himself that it was all mental.

That didn't make it any harder to bear.

Everything revolved around the end. Four years down the channel. And all in view of an idiotic slip-up. He'd been a flat out fucking moron and shown his poop hole companion what he and Lydia had made together.

At that point, he'd thought it had been entertaining. At the point when he awakened the following day, lament swam in his veins.

Despite the fact that, it didn't prevent him from jolting off to it once more. It had turned into a wake-up routine when Lydia wasn't there.

He gulped the remainder of his lager round in the glass, then thumped it back in one last swallow. At the point when he put the unfilled vessel down on the table, Lydia remained at the entryway.

She looked astounding. Her top hung off her shoulders, uncovering her tattoos. Chris adored inked ladies, and that's what she knew. She was tormenting him.

Lydia strolled over to Chris' table

"Hello," she said, icily. She arrived at the table and remained there gazing at him.

"Hello."

Chris stood and went to welcome her with an embrace. She cut off the activity by taking a seat at the table.

Chris did whatever it takes not to feign exacerbation and put down. The server came over and took their beverages request. Lydia requested a vodka pop and Chris requested another lager.

The server left to satisfy the solicitation.

"You look astonishing," attempted Chris, attempting to inspire her to relax.

The reality of the situation was that she did. Her brunette locks hung down over her shoulders. It was out of line; she was very much aware that he cherished it when she wore her hair out that way.

The main way he could play her the same way is get out his gigantic, dark cock and lay it on the table between them. She'd ask for it to be within her in no time.

Sadly, their ongoing environmental elements made that situation unthinkable.

"Much obliged," she answered. "It probably won't make any difference in your thought process. We separated seven days prior. All in light of your good for nothing choices."

"I know. I've previously apologised however much a man can." Chris stopped. "Is there nothing I can do to persuade you to take me back?"

"Not a thing. Quit inquiring."

The server showed up with their beverages

"Much appreciated, honey," Lydia shared with the irritatingly attractive man who put their beverages down on the table before them.

She polished off the trade by winking at him.

Chris gripped his clench hands in envy under the table as the server winked back.

He rapidly unclenched them when he understood that was the response the lady opposite him needed.

She took a taste from her beverage, gradually plunging her tongue into the fluid in advance. Chris' cock jerked in his pants. His actual longing for her hadn't disappeared, in spite of him removing himself from her inwardly.

He occupied himself by taking his very own drink.

"I trust you have it then," said Lydia. Then, at that point, she held out her hand eagerly. "Hand it over."

Chris wavered, then, at that point, took out the USB drive from his pocket. He grasped it.

"I could show any other person assuming you let me keep it, you know?"

"Like that is important," spat Lydia. "I would even not like to keep it in any case. You needed to persuade me. You said it'd be hot as all damnation."

"Furthermore, right?"

Lydia offered no verbal answer, yet her appearance everything except affirmed that she thought it was without a doubt hot as all damnation.

"Give," she at last said.

She pointed with her other hand into the holding up palm.

"I start my showing position in a couple of days. I can't have a sex tape drifting around taking steps to demolish my profession."

Chris would have rather not given up the USB stick. Giving it over implied both of them were finished. Most likely for good.

The picture of him fucking her from behind burst into his head. He needed to think not to become involved with the fantasy.

Then, at that point, Chris had a thought.

He made a sound as if to speak as though proposing a deal

"Could we make an arrangement?" he inquired.

Lydia squinted her eyes. "What sort of an arrangement?"

"Separation sex. One final time. You realise we were great together, child. I realise I screwed up, and I can't make it right by saying 'sorry' Yet, the prospect of never feeling your tight, wet pussy around my cock… It's a lot to deal with."

A weak grin showed up at the edges of Lydia's mouth.

"I really do miss the Black Python," she said at last.

Then, she appeared to quickly shake herself out of the thought.

"No, screw you. Give me the USB drive."

"Lydia, please. I don't think I'll at any point have a fuck as great as you at any point in the future. What's more, I realise you'd lie on the off chance that you let me know I wasn't the most ideal man to at any point eat your pussy."

"You were," she said, astonishing Chris with the commendation. "Be that as it may, you're not getting remotely close to it at any point in the future. What's more, I'm saying farewell to your cock as well."

Chris considered trusting. Lydia spotted it.

"Not in a real sense. Give."

Neither of them moved for what felt like an unfathomable length of time.

"Chris, I will take it from you and I will shout. Would you like to cause a ruckus?"

Rapidly concluding that the response was no, he squeezed the USB crash into Lydia's palm. The non-abrasiveness of her skin returned him to whenever they'd first screwed.

Lydia got to her feet.

"Ideally you won't fuck up so greatly with the following lady you meet," she said as she went to leave. "Not that any of them will satisfy the memory of me."

The reality of the assertion was difficult. He looked as she pushed to make way for the bar and left.

Unexpectedly, he was extra thankful that he'd made a second duplicate of the sex tape.

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