Seven years without seeing him, and I still couldn't stop thinking about his dick and what he would do to me. My body ached, craving him, desperate to feel him. When I finally saw him again, I knew I had to show him how much I missed him, and the only way was to let him know my body was still his. I took his cock deep into my mouth to make up for the lost time. When he wrapped his hands around my neck and fucked me, I knew he had missed me, too. It was like his dick belonged in my pussy. As I rode him, I knew I never wanted to sit anywhere but his lap.