At the peak of happiness, I ran into my ex-boyfriend just before getting married. He was older than my current boyfriend by more than a decade, had money and a great body, and was quite masculine, but that's all there was to it. He clearly liked younger girls and seemed only interested in sex; every time we met, instead of dating, we'd end up having sex at his place or a hotel. For some reason, I couldn't break up with him for the longest time, but finally, thanks to my current kind boyfriend, I was able to make up my mind... What? Show him the photos of me getting fucked? Don't do that! I'll listen to anything you say... Please. Yes, just thinking about my ex-boyfriend makes my body hot and aching, turning me into a body that will obey anything he says.
