Brea sat perched on the edge of the worn couch, her legs crossed demurely over each other as she waited for her ex, Jake, to arrive. The tension in her core was palpable, her mind racing with erotic thoughts of the impending reunion. It had been months since their messy breakup, and the memories of their passionate encounters still lingered, fueling Brea’s anal urges.

As the doorbell rang, Brea’s heart pounded in her chest. She took a deep breath and stood up, smoothing out her skirt as she made her way to the entrance. Opening the door, she greeted Jake with a fake smile, trying to mask the nervous excitement coursing through her veins.

“Hey, come on in,” Brea said, stepping aside to let him enter. Jake walked in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Brea. He looked different, more grizzled, but the spark of attraction still existed between them.

“Thanks for letting me come over,” Jake said, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. “I just need to grab the rest of my stuff.”

Brea nodded, leading him to his old bedroom. As they walked, she couldn’t help but imagine the ways she’d want Jake to bend her over the couch, to feel his anger and frustration as he claimed her once again.

Once in the room, Jake started gathering his belongings, throwing clothes and toiletries into a duffel bag. Brea hovered nearby, her gaze fixed on the firm lines of his back, the way his shirt clung to his muscles. She remembered the feel of his cock stretching her tight hole, the way he’d grip her hips as he pounded into her ass with reckless abandon.

Faking a yawn, Brea excused herself to the living room, her heart racing as she imagined the scene to come. She bent over the couch, splaying her feet wide apart and presenting her asshole like an offering. Her skin was already slick with arousal, her inner walls fluttering with anticipation.

The sound of footsteps approaching made her pussy clench. Jake entered the room, his eyes widening as he took in the provocative sight before him. Brea felt a surge of power, knowing she had him right where she wanted him – primed for revenge and release.

“Well, well,” Jake growled, dropping his bag and advancing on her. “Looks like the little bitch needs a good fucking.”

Brea moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass higher. Jake grabbed her hips, his grip brutal as he positioned himself behind her. With a sharp thrust, he buried himself in her waiting hole, stretching her open and filling her to the brim.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Brea cried out, her nails digging into the couch cushions as Jake began to move, his cock pistoning in and out of her anal passage with furious intensity. The pain and pleasure melded into one, and Brea bucked back against him, desperate for more.

As Jake’s rhythm intensified, Brea felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, using her grip to pull him deeper as her body convulsed in orgasm.

Jake snarled, his pace faltering as he chased his own release. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cum flooding Brea’s insides as he roared his climax.

For a moment, they remained locked together, panting and trembling in the aftermath of their intense coupling. Then, with a grunt, Jake withdrew, leaving Brea feeling empty and spent but oh-so-satisfied.

As she straightened up, wincing at the tender ache in her ass, Brea couldn’t help but smile. It was a satisfying conclusion to their tumultuous relationship, and she knew she’d always treasure the memory of Jake’s angry relief taking her in one final, passionate debt.