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3:22 a.m. Your girl is fast asleep in the bedroom, the fan blowing, the door half-closed. The phone buzzes: one message from the ex. **“I’m outside.”** You peek through the blinds — she’s standing by the gate, wearing a little black lace mask, grey boy shorts riding high, her ass cheeks exposed, braids swinging, biting her lip like she knows exactly what time it is. You slip out quietly, barefoot, basketball shorts low, already hard. She doesn’t say a word. She just grabs your hand, pulls you around to the back of the house, to a dark corner by the water tank. You both start play-fighting, running back and forth like kids, laughing softly, pushing each other against the wall. Next thing — she drops to her knees on the concrete, yanks your shorts down, takes your whole dick straight down her throat, no hands, mask still on, her eyes locked on you.