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Introduction
At a class reunion after ten years, my old love rival Jimmy came face-to-face with his dream princess, his ex-girlfriend Elsa.
But she wasn't the pure angel he remembered—she'd transformed into a sexy, seductive vixen, and she was now tangled up with me, the playboy he once thought he'd beaten, in a way that made their past romance look like child's play...
But the real shock I delivered to Jimmy went way beyond that—
When he learned that after their breakup, I was the one who popped all three of Elsa's cherries—and saw his once-gorgeous black-stockinged ex-girlfriend up close, wearing an anal plug with my cum dripping from her stretched asshole, he got the memo: love is a fucking war, and so is fucking... One battle's loss doesn't mean shit!
In the end, I won this war, hands down!
I waited ten years for one fucking chance! I'm not here to prove I'm some big shot, although I'm—I'm here to shove it in my rivals faces that what I lost, I'm damn well taking back!!
And as the winner, I'm gonna humiliate the loser 'til he breaks!!!
Chapter 1
In the lavish private room of the hotel, familiar faces from a decade past clinked glasses, their laughter and whispers weaving through the air like a drunken symphony.
Men and women, lost in the haze of booze and nostalgia, swapped stories and sly glances.
This was the first class reunion since their university graduation ten years ago, a whirlpool full of various emotions and reflections on meeting old acquaintances again.
Jimmy sat at the edge of the crowd, nursing his whiskey in brooding silence.
When old classmates recognized him and tried to strike up a conversation, he tossed out a few curt replies, his disinterest clear as day.
They got the hint and left him alone, letting him carve out a pocket of solitude amidst the boisterous chatter.
It wasn't that Jimmy was playing the aloof prick or looking down on his old peers. His mind was just elsewhere, consumed by a fire that had smoldered for a decade...
Jimmy was waiting for Elsa—his first, his only, his soul-crushing love, unseen for ten long years!
Elsa and Jimmy had split after a brutal fight over some bullshit real-world problems, shattering the purest, most intoxicating love he'd ever known.
Over the years, he thought he'd moved on, but in the dead of night, her face haunted his dreams—her bare, unadorned smile, radiant and innocent, and the tear-streaked devastation on the day they parted.
He slammed back his whiskey, the burn scorching his throat, and set the glass down with a clink.
His fingers, almost on autopilot, drifted to the old watch on his left wrist, tracing its worn edges.
It was a habit he couldn't shake, a ritual of longing etched into his bones.
The watch wasn't some fancy brand-name shit—just a cheap piece Elsa gave him on Valentine's Day during their sophomore year.
She'd grinned, her eyes sparkling, and promised they'd be together forever, like time itself would never stop.
But forever turned out to be a fucking lie! And now they were strangers, scattered like ashes…
Regret gnawed at him, a bitter pill he could never swallow.
The watch was a wreck—broken, fixed, broken again—but he couldn't bear to toss it.
It was a relic of her, a scar he wore proudly, a reminder of the love he'd lost and the lust that still burned in his gut.
Elsa was a wound that never healed, branded into his heart like that damn watch, ticking away ten years of his pathetic longing.
So when he heard about the reunion, his thoughts zeroed in on her—the woman who'd once been his entire fucking world!
His heart, numb for so long, started pounding again, a wild, desperate rhythm that made his blood sing!
—Will she show up?
—How's she doing now?
—What the hell do I even say if she's here?
He was a mess, reduced to the nervous, blushing kid who'd stammered through his first confession to her...
Chapter 2
A decade's worth of unspoken words churned in Jimmy's head, begging to spill out.
He gulped down more whiskey, the cold liquor doing fuck-all to douse the molten desire raging in his chest.
*Click, click, click, click~*
Amid the drunken cacophony, his ears caught the sharp, deliberate tap of high heels on the floor.
His pulse spiked, a surge of raw, long-awaited excitement coursing through him.
Jimmy was dead certain it was Elsa's walk!
She never wore heels back then, always sticking to her cute sneakers, but the rhythm—the confident cadence—was unmistakably hers—it was like his body remembered her before his brain could catch up!
*Click, click, click, click~*
The sound grew closer, and his eyes locked onto the private room's door, his heart hammering so hard it felt like it might rip through his ribs.
Anticipation and dread collided, stealing his breath, leaving him frozen, every nerve screaming for her.
With the creak of the door swinging open, a voluptuous, snow-skinned goddess of raw, breathtaking sensuality strutted into the room.
Jimmy's heart lurched—he knew instantly it was Elsa, the woman he'd obsessed over for a decade, his sweetest and most gut-wrenching first love!!
She was still drop-dead gorgeous, but the Elsa of his memories—that pure, bare-faced angel next door—was nowhere to be found...
This woman now in front of him was a walking wet dream, a shameless vixen who owned the room the second she stepped in, a complete betrayal of the innocent girl he once knew!
Her once makeup-free face was now a canvas of pure seduction: bold purple eyeshadow framed her eyes, screaming slutty confidence; her thin lips, now plump and glistening with high-end scarlet gloss.
Every move she made—every sway of her hips, every toss of her hair—oozed a filthy, irresistible allure that Jimmy had never seen in her before.
She was no longer his shy sweetheart—she was a fucking siren, built to break men, radiating mature, shameless charm!!
And her outfit? Jesus Christ!
Elsa was poured into a wine-red, V-neck, backless halter pencil short skirt, so tight it might as well have been painted on.
The plunging neckline plunged daringly low, leaving her creamy ribcage bare, so close to revealing the cute little navel Jimmy used to kiss in his dreams!
The neckline barely held her massive, unmanageable tits, the flimsy straps of the skintight dress only just covering her areolas.
Her creamy, snow-white cleavage and the plump sideboobs spilled out shamelessly, a pornographic full display that screamed for every eye in the room to devour!
Jimmy's eyes locked onto the thin fabric stretched over her chest, where two shamelessly erect nipples poked through, proud and defiant.
No bra—fuck! She wasn't wearing a bra!!!
Jimmy was dead certain Elsa wasn't wearing a bra!
The thin fabric stretched over her plump breasts betrayed two blatant, rock-hard nipples jutting proudly from her snowy peaks. Even through with the cloth, he could picture those pink, needy buds, begging to be sucked, pinched, and claimed~
Could it be that some pervert beat him to it, swiping her bra and forcing her to show up topless??
Beneath her heaving, porn-star tits, Elsa's waist was impossibly slender, the clingy fabric hugging every curve like a lover's hands.
A slight, sensual bulge at her lower belly marked her as a ripe, fertile woman—a badge of mature sluts everywhere.
That was her womb, the sacred cradle of life, and her plump, healthy abdomen was proof her body was primed and aching to be bred!!
Jimmy's mind spiraled into dark, filthy fantasies of filling her up, pumping her full until she was swollen with his seed, her belly round and her tits leaking!
His cock stirred, a primal ache throbbing in his groin at the thought of tearing that dress off and ravaging her right there!!
His eyes drifted lower, drinking in her thick, meaty thighs wrapped in ultra-sheer black pantyhose.
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