I recently broke up with my boyfriend and was walking alone through the city as dusk fell when I ran into someone I hadn't seen in a long time—my ex from years ago, about ten years older than me. His job was always mysterious; I never knew much about it back then, but I clearly remember he was amazing in bed. Even though it had been years since we last met, he quickly invited me to a hotel, and before I knew it, I was in front of a camera doing who-knows-what. I couldn't help but laugh. His name is Pokochin Pinkotchi-O. Shortened to Pokopin-O. (^ω^) O-oh. He acted as if we'd just met, and I played along, pretending we were strangers too. When I took his hard, erect cock into my mouth, a wave of nostalgia hit me. I remembered how we broke up—he cheated, and I couldn't forgive him, so I ended it. He tried to explain himself many times, and I never found solid proof, but I just couldn't accept that another woman might have been involved. Now, forgetting all those details, simply feeling our bodies come together again is so comforting. I still love his toned, beautiful body, and his rock-hard cock. I want to lick Pokopin-O. Lick, lick. I hope we can meet like this again.