You're no longer my ex, just a casual sex partner.

Both of my senior classmates left early, leaving me alone in the lab today. There wasn't much pressure this week, so I thought I'd catch up on last season of *The Walking Dead*.
"Ding-dong!" A notification sounded on Line; it was you. "Answer my phone."

A few seconds later, my phone rang too. "Come keep me company, okay?"

"Why... I'm in the lab right now."

"I'm so hungry, buy me some late-night snacks." You hung up immediately after I finished speaking.

"Boss, two servings of tempura, takeaway." "Okay, sure!"

"Ding-dong!" Another Line call: "Are you coming?"

"I'm on my way, wait for me." You sent back a heart-shaped sticker.

I carried the snacks to your place and saw the slippers I'd left there last Christmas, placed outside your door for some reason.

"Open the door, I'm here." You read my message. The door opened.

"..." You opened the door, almost naked, wearing only a white shirt with the buttons half undone.

"What are you doing?" I didn't have time to react.

"Come in, put your helmet and food on the table, then come here." You calmly sat back on the edge of the bed, one hand wandering over your private parts, the other hand taking the pillow from the headboard to your chest. Rationally, I wanted to turn around and leave, but my penis was already swollen.

"...Okay."

I put down my things and walked over to you. You skillfully took off my pants, gently rubbing my scrotum, licking the entire base with your tongue, then kissing the tip of my glans hard. I was already numb and closed my eyes tightly, enjoying the warmth of your mouth.

You stood up, letting my hands roam freely over your back, waist, hips, and legs.

You bit my earlobe and whispered in my ear, "I still want to make love to you... what should I do?"

Your eyes were alluring, your voice teasing as you hugged me and began kissing my neck and collarbone.

I reached down to explore your pubic hair; it was already soaking wet. So I took off my shirt, and you turned to reach for the condoms on the shelf.

Seeing your plump, pert buttocks, and recalling all the wild, passionate images of our past sex, I impulsively took advantage of you. While you were busy unpacking, I grabbed your waist and thrust into you forcefully from behind without thinking.

"Ah! What are you doing? Wait for me!"

"..." I didn't respond, just thrusting harder into your vagina.

"Wait for me... ah... wait for me... um..." This thrusting didn't take long; you gradually broke down your resistance. After two or three minutes, you quickly reached orgasm, and I let go, watching you kneel limply on the edge of the bed, weakly convulsing, waiting for the afterglow of your orgasm to fade.

"I haven't done it in a long time either." That was the first thing I said when I stepped into the room. You looked at me, smiled wickedly, and

finally had time to unpack the condom in my hand. I walked up to your face and gestured for you to put it on me with your mouth

. Then, another wave of tingling pleasure washed over me. In front of the full-length mirror, the back position showed off your lovely D-cup breasts and sexy waist and hip curves. The light from the lamp was so beautiful. The frenzied

thrusting and pounding of our bodies, the "slap slap slap" of our bodies, brought our desires to their peak.

You moaned ecstatically, and I breathed heavily too, until I was too excited to contain myself any longer. Only then did you stop. You turned and looked at me suggestively, but I didn't intend to kiss your lips...

Watching my penis gradually slide into your vagina, you frowned, biting your lower lip, and arched your back, pulling my hand to your waist,

moving up and down... up and down...

Then, weak, soft moans slowly emerged. I cradled your plump, round buttocks, admiring your shy, bewildered expression of enjoyment. You bent down to kiss me, but I forcefully lifted your hips and thrust upwards, punishing you severely

. "Ah...ah...I'm almost there..." You finally managed to squeeze out those words as you swayed in response. I sat up, wrapped my arms around you, and began to thrust faster. I smelled your sexy scent—I couldn't tell if it was your natural body odor, your hair fragrance, or the pheromone scent of our sweat, pre-ejaculate, and pre-ejaculate. The most primal, naked, physiological, fleshy, and intimate sexual intercourse... I buried my face between your long hair, your neck, and your shoulders, and kissed you passionately, savoring all the carnal desire you offered. You held my head tightly, your soft moans turning into loud groans,

"Ah...ah...more...more..." You shamefully begged me, who was already close to climax, as if encouraged by your lewd breaths.

As the force and amplitude of my thrusts increased, our panting and moaning grew louder. I held you tightly, thrusting in and out with all my might. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. Holding you tightly, I used

all my remaining strength to ejaculate stream after stream of warm semen into your vagina.

Even though I knew it was covered by a condom, I still wanted to recklessly and unreservedly shoot all my semen into your sexy, slender body.

I buried my face in your chest, trembling, enjoying the climax and the afterglow of ejaculation, your breath, and your body temperature.

After a passionate encounter that I didn't know how it started, we lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Ding-dong!" Suddenly, a Line notification sounded. This time, it was my phone again.

"Junior, are you gone? Can you check if I have the meeting documents from the day before yesterday on my desk? Thanks! <3"

"Okay! If so, I'll bring them over later. Want to have breakfast together tomorrow?" I slowly typed a reply.

"Who is it? Your girlfriend?" You asked casually, your back to me.

"No, it's a senior from the graduate school."

"Are you pursuing her?"

"..."

"Fine! I'll disappear automatically once I get her." You replied coldly, and I didn't know what to say.

Maybe we were just using each other for our loneliness.

Yes.

You're no longer my ex, but a friend with benefits.

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