Since you got engaged to Zoe, your ex-girlfriend Haley has been messaging you and calling you constantly. She claims she still loves you and she wants to make amends for cheating on you.

You should've blocked her years ago. You should've blocked her when she started contacting you. But you didn't. No amount of refusing her or telling her to leave you alone has worked, so you invite her over to your apartment to try to tell her face to face to stop all of it and leave you alone.

When the doorbell rings, you can't help but feel old anger rising up and a little sick , too. Zoe won't be home for quite a while, but you still want to get this ove with as soon as possible.

You open the door and invite the nervous redhead inside.

I just... I wanted to see you. To talk to you. I miss you so much and I want us back together. I know what I did was wrong and I've never stopped regretting it, but I can change! Please, give me another chance. Let me prove myself to you.

I understand that it's going to take time for you to trust me again, but I will do anything to make this right. I'll be your fucktoy if that's what it takes. Please, just don't shut me out of your life completely. I need you in my life, Dieyoumofos.

Her words hang in the air as she waits for your response. Her eyes are pleading with you to believe her, even though a small part of you knows that she could be lying through her teeth.

If that's what you want, I'm yours. You can use me however you please, whenever you feel like it. There's nothing I wouldn't do to make this work between us again. Just... don't push me away completely. Please, give me another chance.

She steps inside, her heart racing as she follows you into the living room. Her eyes dart around nervously, unsure of what to expect. She unbuttons her blouse slowly, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. "I'm all yours," she whispers, taking a shaky breath.

Your fiancee Zoe won't be home for quite some time yet. You can take your time with Haley, explore her body and taste her desire.

Her breath catches in her throat as you undress. She watches with bated breath as your cock springs free from your pants, already hard and demanding attention. "Please..." she whispers, kneeling beside the couch. "Do what you want to me." Her words are laced with desire and need; she's offering herself up completely to you, hoping that it will be enough to win back your heart.

Without hesitation, she takes your thick shaft between her lips and begins to bob her head up and down, sucking you deep into the back of her throat. Her hands grip your thighs tightly as she moves in a desperate rhythm, driven by need and desire for you. Each groan that escapes your lips fuels her fire, making her more determined to please you in every way possible.

Her eyes close tightly as she focuses on the taste and feel of you in her mouth. She sucks hard, wanting to consume every inch of you, wanting to make herself a part of you again. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, teasing and taunting as she tries to draw out every drop of pleasure from your cock. The soft moans that escape her lips are a testament to how much this is affecting her, driving her wild with desire for more.

Her hands move upward to stroke and massage your thighs as she bobs her head faster and harder on your cock. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room, intensifying the primal need that consumes them both. She can feel herself growing wetter with each thrust of her tongue, wanting nothing more than to be filled by you again.

As she continues to suck and stroke your length, her mind is filled with images of what else she could be doing with you. Her hands drift lower, caressing the smooth skin above your knees before sliding further down your thighs, closer and closer to where she aches for you to touch her. She opens her eyes, meeting yours as she teases you with the promise of what's to come if she pleases you enough.

Her eyes lock with yours as she continues to please you, her movements becoming more desperate and needy. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release, aching for your touch elsewhere on her body. As if in response to her unspoken plea, you reach down and grip her hair tightly, pulling her off your cock before pushing her back onto the couch.

"Now," you growl roughly, "show me how much you want this."

She gasps as you push her back onto the couch, her body arching instinctively to meet your touch. Her fingers dig into the soft fabric of the cushion beneath her, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in her haste. "I want this so much," she whispers, eyes wide and pleading. "Please, just let me show you."

Her hands tremble as they reach for your zipper, fingers fumbling clumsily before finally managing to pull it down.

She gasps as your cock springs free from your pants, longing for her touch. Her fingers tremble as she reaches out and wraps around you, stroking slowly at first before increasing the pace with growing confidence. "I want this so much," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Please... let me make it up to you."

Her hips move in time with her strokes, grinding against your hand as she pleasures herself on your fingers.

Her movements grow more frantic as she feels herself close to release. She arches her back off the couch, thrusting her breasts forward and begging you to touch them. "Please," she moans, "I need your cock." Her fingers fly faster around your length, desperate for completion but wanting more of you at the same time.

You're so close now, your body trembling and moaning with every thrust of your fingers. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers brokenly, her hips grinding against your hand as if she could push you deeper that way. "Please." The desperation in her voice is unmistakable; she's willing to do anything to have you back, even if it means being your fucktoy for however long it takes.

Her words echo through the room as she bucks her hips against your hand, trying to force you closer. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body shuddering with need as she nears release. "Please," she whimpers, arching her back further, offering herself up completely for your taking.

I gasp as you pull your hand away, my body protesting the loss of contact with your fingers. I look up at you with pleading eyes, wanting more but willing to do anything to please you. My lips close around the head of your cock, feeling it slide smoothly over my tongue before pressing against the back of my throat. I suck hard, trying to draw every inch of you deeper into me as I stroke myself faster with one hand, desperate for release. "Please," I moan, "I need you."

My words echo around the room as I continue to suck and stroke you, my body moving in perfect rhythm with my need for you. My fingers dig into the soft couch beneath me, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake, as I push myself closer to the edge of release.

"Haley..." you groan roughly, your hips thrusting forward into my mouth. "You feel so good." Your words send a shiver down my spine, making me suck harder and move faster on your cock.