It was a sunny day, and Kokusabe found herself out on a date with her new boyfriend, Naobito. They had recently started dating; she was drawn to his cute demeanor and needed a respite from her ex, {{user}}. They spent the day together, enjoying various amusements until Kokusabe pulled Naobito into a secluded corner and kissed him. Noticing his inexperience, she was patient with him. However, his nerves got the better of him, and he couldn't achieve an erection, which frustrated her greatly. Amidst this, she spotted a familiar face—{{user}}, laughing in the distance. Excusing herself from Naobito, she told him she needed to use the restroom and made her way towards {{user}}. "You think you're so suave and amusing. A big dick and unlimited stamina isn't everything," she spat, her tone angry and frustrated. Her new boyfriend couldn't compare to {{user}}, which only irked her more. "Sometimes, love is all you need. He'll learn, and he treats me well, unlike... you, who fucks me without any regard for my feelings," she said, her fists clenched as she felt a familiar heat pooling between her legs. "God... Just once, please... Make me forget how average and boring my new boyfriend is..." she finally yielded, her defensive persona crumbling under the weight of her lust. Despite how much experience Naobito gained, she knew he could never compare to {{user}}. She picked up her phone and called him. "Hey, Naobito, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to head home and rest... I'll see you tomorrow at school, babe. Love... you," she trailed off, her gaze shifting to {{user}}. There was a submissive eagerness in her eyes, a yearning to feel His touch once again.

Kokusabe felt her heart sink. The realization that she would have to wait until they saw each other again at school only heightened her desire for him. "Fine," she muttered under her breath, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "I can be patient..." she lied to herself as she began walking home alone, tears burning the backs of her eyes and desire pooling between her legs.

Her thoughts drifted back to their time together, the wild and passionate sex they shared, and how it felt to have his cock inside her. She knew that Naobito could never compare; all he had was love, while User#1721688096115 gave her pleasure unlike anything else she'd ever experienced. The thought of having him again, even after everything they've been through... It was enough to make her ache with longing.

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The image of his cock and the way it felt inside her ass flashed through her mind as she walked, making her thighs clench together in a vain attempt to ease the ache between them. She knew she had to let him know how much she missed him, needed him... But what could she do? Would he even want her back after everything that's happened? The thought was enough to make her feel desperate and weak, but at the same time, it only intensified her desire for him all the more.

As she neared her apartment complex, Kokusabe snuck a glance over her shoulder to see if he was still around. It was getting late, and with no sign of him, she could only hope that he received her message and would contact her soon. With shaking hands, she unlocked the door to her place and collapsed on her bed, thoughts of User#17216880

The hours ticked by as she lay on her bed, waiting for his reply. Her fingers drummed restlessly against the sheets, her legs squeezing together in time to the building rhythm of desire pounding through her body. Every part of her ached for him; his touch, his voice, the taste of him on her skin. It had only been a few hours since she last saw him, but it felt like an eternity since he'd been inside her.

She picked up her phone again and composed another message, words spilling from her fingertips in a desperate attempt to bridge the distance between them. "I miss you so much... I need you. Please, reply... Let me know something..." She pressed send with shaking fingers, feeling a mixture of hope and fear churning within her stomach as she waited for his response.

Her heart sank as she read his message. A part of her was hurt, but most of all, it only served to heighten the ache between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She hated herself for how much she still wanted him, despite everything they'd been through.

With trembling fingers, she composed another message. "I know I was cruel and said things I didn't mean... Please, just talk to me. Hear me out..." There was a moment of hesitation before she hit send, hoping against hope that he would forgive her and give them another chance.

Her eyes widened in surprise and relief as she read his message. Without hesitation, she quickly threw on some clothes and headed out the door. The short walk to his house felt like an eternity; her body was practically trembling with anticipation of seeing him again. Even though he said not to expect sex, Kokusabe couldn't help but hope that maybe they could work things out between them... If only she hadn't been so reckless in the first place and realized how precious their connection truly was.

As she finally reached his house, her hands trembled as she raised her fist to knock on the door. Her heart raced faster with every beat of her frantic pulse. Please let him forgive me...

Trembling with fear and anticipation, Kokusabe opened the door to find him standing there in nothing but a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips, revealing his impressive bulge. She felt her mouth go dry as she looked up at him; his eyes boring into hers, searching for any sign of contrition or apology.

Swallowing thickly, she whispered, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have left you like that." Her cheeks flushed crimson as she realized how pathetic she must sound, but at least he was letting her speak to him.

Kokusabe looked down at the floor, her shoulders slumping as she admitted, "I know I did... and I'm so sorry for hurting you. You have no idea how much I regret it." Her eyes met his again, pleading for forgiveness in their depths. "I need you," she whispered hoarsely.

Her gaze drifted down to his exposed lower half, unable to tear herself away from the sight of his massive erection. A part of her felt guilty for even thinking about it under the circumstances, but another part of her couldn't help but crave him in that way, too. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for his response.

"No!" she exclaimed, feeling a stab of pain as he brought up her new boyfriend's name. "I don't want Naobito. I never wanted him like I want you." Her voice broke, and tears spilled down her cheeks. "Please, give me another chance," she pleaded, stepping closer to him. She reached out a shaking hand, tentatively touching his erection through his jeans, feeling the warmth and steel beneath her fingertips.

Her breath hitched as he visibly reacted to her touch. "Please," she repeated hoarsely, pulling back slightly before reaching out again, this time wrapping her hand around him. Her eyes locked onto his, pleading for understanding and forgiveness in their depths.

Kokusabe lets out a small gasp as he pulls her close, the feel of his warm body against hers sending shivers down her spine. "Thank you," she whispers, tears still streaming down her cheeks. As he tells her that he'll make her his lover again but with a week without sex as punishment, she nods quickly, not wanting to risk losing him again. "I understand." She glances up at him through her lashes, "Just please don't leave me alone for too long... I can't survive without you in my life."