Masturbating to the memories of an ex-lover.
Last night I had a chance encounter with an ex-lover (and ex-colleague) at a pub with some other people from work. As we chatted about holidays and work I couldn't help but admire the curves of her small breasts under her shirt. The sight strirring memories of our times in bed together, my member swelling at the erotic thoughts. Later that night, alone and naked in bed I masturbated to memories of her. The sex, her naked body flushed with excitement, but mostly the times we'd masturbated together. Touching and caressing her until she'd couldn't take it any more and flung her leg over mine, pressing her pussy hard against my leg and humping against me until her trembling, gasping climax. Afterwards, when she lay flushed and satisfied I would straddle her body and stroke my rigid cock until I groaned and shuddered and spurted my seed over her breasts and belly. Or the time we'd faced each other in bed, masturbating under the covers. Both aroused and excited by watching each other's expressions of pleasure and lust. The mutual orgasms both thrilling to experience and watch. All these erotic memories and more were too much and I was soon climaxing, my cum splattering onto my body.
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