My high school ex’s slut remembered me—and obviously missed my dick

She slid into my DMs at 2AM, all breathy and desperate: 'I still dream about how you used to ride me raw.' No sugarcoating—she wanted that thick cock back in her wet pussy, just like back in the locker room after gym. We met at her place, no lights, no games. She dropped to her knees, mouth already dripping, and I let her have it—doggy style, hard and fast, just how she begged for. She came screaming my name like a dirty little teen again.