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My girlfriend thinks she’s being a Good Samaritan by letting a "distant relative" stay with us for a few weeks. She has no idea that the woman staying in our guest room is actually my ex—the one woman I could never truly get over. Having her this close, walking around the house in next to nothing, is a dangerous game. You try to be faithful, but she knows all your buttons. She knows exactly how to look at you, how to dress, and exactly what makes you lose control. With her, there’s no pretending. She knows your darkest cravings because she’s the only one who has ever truly satisfied them. She isn't just a guest; she's a constant reminder of what you're missing. It didn't take long for her to trap me. She waited until the house was quiet, and then she made her move. One touch was all it took for all my loyalty to evaporate. The sex is just as intense as I remembered—raw, familiar, and completely addictive. Before I knew it, I was deep inside her, filling her pussy with everything I’d been saving for my girlfriend.