Well, maybe just oral?

The idea of fucking Toby sounds really good right now, actually. Really, really good. You realize that's because you haven't actually had anything other than your vibrator inside you since the two of you broke up.

But you'll be damned if you have sex with your ex in front of voyeuristic aliens. That's just, like, too far.

But how about oral? Maybe that will satisfy their prurience long enough for the two of you to figure a way out of this.

You come round to face Toby, then kneel. You look up at him and smile, saying in response to the question on his face, "Just go with it, 'kay?"

Ever the male, Toby doesn't need more convincing than that. He makes appreciate sounds as you take him your mouth. You wrap your full, pink lips around his bulging head, then slowly move down the shaft. He hasn't showered in a bit, because you can already taste his musk and the scent of his sweat. It intoxicates you, turns you on even as you begin to bob up and down, slowly polishing the member with your tongue.

"Ohhhh, yeah. Fuck, Nina, you're so good at giving head." Toby takes a handful of your hair, but you managed to train him not to actually press down on your head like some kind of idiot. It's just a gesture of possession, of ownership, that you can put up with as long as he leaves you to it.

You let his cock pop from your mouth, then you spit on it. Using both hands, you begin to stroke him up and down, feeling him get even harder. Once you've gotten him good and lubed and as hard as you can, you continue stroking while you press your mouth to his balls. You can feel him approaching the edge, his heart racing and his cock starting to throb as it comes closer and closer to the brink.

Returning your mouth to his head, you gently probe the tip your tongue, pressing it lightly against the opening and then sliding down towards where the head meets shaft. Licking around, you suddenly take his entire length inside your mouth in one, greedy gulp. Pistoning back and forth along the length, you bring Toby to climax. He grunts and gasps, and you swallow his pre-cum.

He shoots his load just as you let his cock slip out. Cum coats your face and drips off your chin on to your tits. Toby jerks his cock to maximize the payload, and you find yourself licking your lips in appreciation.

"Wow. I hope they enjoyed the show as much as I did," Toby says. You just give him a sultry smile and lean back on your knees, trying to clean up your face as best as possible.

You lean back and spread your legs, running your hand from your cum-covered tits down to your wet cunt. "My turn now."

Toby nods and gets down on his hands and knees. He puts one hand out to support himself, then uses the other to start massaging your breasts. His mouth finds yours, and the two of you rekindle the intimacy you once enjoyed on a daily basis. You feel yourself come alive, fired up, and for a moment you almost want him to forget about the oral and just fuck you. But Toby sticks to the program, kissing his way down the length of your tight college body until he reaches your mons.

You're relieved you did some maintenance on that area not too long ago. Though not entirely shaved, your pussy is nice and trim, your pubic hair an inviting triangle of dark brown. Toby gently probes your labia, his fingers stroking along the inside of the folds. He works his way up to the skin around your clit, avoiding the actual main attraction for as long as possible, drawing it out and making you wait like the insufferable bastard he is.

You fucking love it.

When he actually starts eating your pussy, you feel like you could come on the spot. You tilt your head back, your upper body propped up on your elbows. You open your eyes for a moment, and you can see the aliens behind you staring with appreciation. You briefly wonder what kind of sexual activity they get up to—do they even have sex, or sexes? But it doesn't take long for that thought to exit your mind—along with any other thoughts.

Toby's careful attention quickly renders you thoughtless, mindless, nothing but a conduit for the pure pleasure now racing through your body. Wave after wave of joy emanates from your clit, radiating up to your nipples and causing the muscles in your abdomen to tense. As gently and steadily licks, you absently start to massage your nipples and areolae. He splits his time between circling your clit and kissing and teasing your labia, backing off from the former every time it seems like you're about to erupt into orgasm.

"Fucking DO IT," you scream.

And so he redoubles his efforts, bearing down, and you can't hold out any longer. Your fingers dig into carpet as you breathe in sharply. For a moment, you forget that you're being eaten out by your ex, that you've apparently been **** by aliens, that those aliens are now watching the two of you have sex.

None of that matters. Only this matters.

As you come down, you roll on to your side and let out a gentle, satisfied sigh. Toby chuckles. "I knew you missed me."

"Bastard," you mumble, but you don't bother to deny it.