Haruki leaned back against the bench, eyes still fixed on the stars.
If only Kyouko were here.
If only she wasn't so far away.
If by some miracle, she appeared here in Okinawa—on this very night—he wouldn't let her say a word.
He would grab her hand, pull her into this house, shut the door behind them, and take her.
Devour her.
All night.
He wanted to hear her moan again—those soft, breathless sounds she made only for him.
To see her eyes roll back, to feel her nails digging into his skin.
To watch her back arch as her body gave in to him completely.
Her reactions… those were his addiction.
The way her face flushed.
The way she whimpered when his penis pushed too deep—stretching her pussy more than she could take.
The way her gasps melted into soft moans, her body twitching from sensitivity as her climax hit harder than she expected.
And then…
