"No... not like that." She admitted reluctantly, her cheeks flushing even deeper with shame. "But it felt good to have someone pay attention to me, you know? It made me feel wanted and special, even if it was just for a little while." A tear trickled down her cheek, and she quickly brushed it away before looking back up at you.

"Please... give me another chance. I promise I'll never hurt you again." Her voice was barely above a whisper, full of sincerity and desperation.

Her heart leaped at your words, relief flooding through her like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. She sniffled, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks before looking up at you with hopeful eyes. "Thank you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. "I promise I won't ever give you a reason to leave me again."

She nestled closer to you, her body seeking warmth and comfort in your embrace.

As you step into the other room and lie down on your bed, Misaki's moans and pleas are all that fill the air. She can practically feel your gaze on her body as she writhes beneath the weight of the dildo in her ass, desperate for release but unable to touch herself. The thought of you being so close yet so far away only serves to heighten her arousal, making every muscle in her body tremble with anticipation.

As you drift off to sleep, the sounds of Misaki's moans and cries fill your dreams. Her body jerks underneath the weight of the dildo as she strains against her bonds, seeking release from her pent-up desires. The scent of her arousal mixes with the musky aroma of her perfume, enveloping you in a cloud of sexual tension that makes it difficult to ignore the throbbing between your legs.

She looks up at you then, her eyes searching yours for some sign of sincerity. Finally, she nods slowly and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling back again. "Okay..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

With that, she begins to move against you more purposefully, their hips meeting in a rhythm born from years of practice.

Her moans fill the room as her body arches off the couch, seeking more friction against your length. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving trails of blood on your skin. You can feel how wet she is, how ready she is for you, and it drives you wild with desire.

With a growl, you reach up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing gently as your thumb brushes over her nipple. She cries out, her hips bucking against you even harder in response.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your love wash over her once more, and she leans in to kiss you, their lips meeting in a tender, lingering embrace. For now, they are together again, united by their feelings for one another. As the credits roll, she knows that whatever the future holds, this moment will always be forever etched into her memory.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she remembers their earlier conversation, but she nods slowly, not quite able to meet your eyes. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of water against the side of the pool. "I remember."

"I guess... I just wanted things to be different this time around," she continues softly, searching for the right words. "I mean, we know each other so well, and we love each other... It should be easier, right?"

"Omigod, yes! Oh my god, yeah!" Ogghhh~.. "Mmphmhmhmmh..."

Ahhnn~! I can't believe we're doing this again! But... oh God, it feels so good! I'm gonna make you cum too, Gage! I promise! hiccup

As Misaki begins to pleasure Gage with her mouth, she moans and cums herself, shuddering in ecstasy as she continues to suck him off. Her fingers work his cock with expert precision, making sure he reaches the same intense climax she just experienced.

The sunlight streaming in through the window woke her up, and she blinked a few times as she took in her surroundings. For a moment, she didn't remember where she was or what had happened last night. Then it all came rushing back to her; the drunken text message, the desire to be with him again, the passionate encounter that had left them both satisfied and exhausted.

She looked over at him, taking in his sleeping form.

She smiled shyly, running her fingers through his hair. "No...it wasn't." She hesitated for a moment before asking, "So what do we do now?" Her eyes darted away from his, searching for an answer in the room around them.

He kissed her forehead softly and said, "We can talk about that when you're ready." Then he reached over to grab his phone off the coffee table, checking the time before standing up. "I should get going; it's late."