A thong with a story

A few months ago I ran into my ex by chance. She works at a theater and I went to pick up my car from a nearby garage without knowing it was hers, obviously. The very slutty woman was wearing a very short black dress and covering her enormous ass with both hands every time she took two steps. With long yellow-painted nails in harmony with her pale and white skin. In the end, I got hard on the spot. We chatted for a bit and convinced me to come with her. As we walked towards my car, she told me she was dating a successful TV producer. I was only looking at her ass, there was nothing else for me.

Once inside the vehicle, the dress rode up so high that I looked at the triangle of her thong; white and lacy. It seemed like time had stopped because I knew that thong, and immediately remembered all the times I didn't come from it. I simply took it with my index finger and put the whole cock in its use; pussy. It was getting wet quickly, I didn't even need lubricant and it was already pumping, without a condom. She was being stubborn, but she moved so that the cock could go in entirely, she didn't care about the risk of me coming inside her, or think about it, she just seemed made to be having sex.

When I came back to myself, I was already driving towards her house and asked her to suck my cock. She got angry at first and then resigned herself, telling me it was okay, that I should stop. I did and lit a joint while she arched up again and again. I only saw the triangle and the white thread of her thong. She sucked and choked, asking for forgiveness. The cum was taking its time, but she didn't speak, just kept sucking. Until I came, long and hard, again and again. She cried. My cock grew inside her mouth. The arched movements made her ass shake. She swallowed it. I gave her a slap on the butt. I smiled and then she told me I was still the same old masturbator.

I left her at her house. When I parked my car in mine, I found The white thong on the car's carpet; a reminder of a good suck.