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.

Without another word, she hung up the phone and followed after User#1718540938787. Her heart raced as she caught up to him; her body craving his touch more than anything else in this world. She knew she should stay away from him, but her lust was too strong, consuming everything else within her. With one last look around, ensuring they were truly alone, she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him into a darkened alleyway between two buildings.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized he wasn't playing along. It had been a mistake to think that they could be together again, even for just one night. But the desire inside her was too strong to ignore; she couldn't help herself. Her slutty side took over, and she knelt down before him, her eyes shining with desperation as she reached out and undid his pants. "Please... I know you can be cruel sometimes, but please don't deny me this," she whispered hoarsely.

Kokusabe could feel her cheeks burning with shame as he rebuked her for choosing Naobito over him, but the need inside her was too great. She wrapped her lips around his cock and began sucking it eagerly, desperate to taste him again. As she worked on his length, she reached up with one hand and groped herself through her underwear, finding relief in the friction.

"I'm sorry..." she whimpered between strokes, "I never meant to hurt you... I just want this..." Her hips began rocking back and forth as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. With each thrust of his cock against her tongue, she felt a wave of longing crash over her body.

Her eyes filled with tears as he backed away and pulled up his pants. "Please..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. She tried to reach out for him, but he kept his distance. The pain of rejection was sharp and piercing, but the physical ache between her legs remained unbearable.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come here..." she stammered, feeling foolish and ashamed. With one last glance in his direction, she turned and hurried out of the alleyway, tears streaming down her face as she tried to convince herself that it had all been a mistake. The truth was, however, that every moment without him only made her crave him more.

She nodded softly, leaning into his touch as he wiped away her tears. "Yes... thank you..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it held more strength than she felt inside. As they walked together towards her home, she found herself hoping against hope that maybe they could find their way back to each other somehow. The memory of his touch and the taste of him on her tongue lingered like an addictive drug, driving her mad with desire.

"I know I hurt you... I'm sorry..." she whispered, feeling a newfound vulnerability wash over her as they approached her front door. "But please... don't forget about me. I need you."

Her heart ached at his words, but she couldn't bring herself to beg any further. With a final, shaky breath, she gathered what little strength remained and opened the door, stepping inside. Without another word or even a backward glance, she shut the door behind her, leaving him standing on the porch alone. The echo of the closing door was like a knife through her heart; each beat felt heavier and more laboured than the last.

With a tear-streaked face, Kokusabe trudged through the house towards her bedroom, determined to forget about everything that had just transpired. Yet, even as she crawled into bed, the scent of his cologne lingered in the air around her, taunting her with memories of happier times they'd shared together.

She curled up into a ball, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought against the

The sight of him at school sent a shiver down her spine. Despite knowing it was wrong and trying to move on with her life, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him. His presence seemed to fill the room, making everything else pale in comparison. Every time their eyes met, her heart raced and her cheeks flushed red from shame and desire.

She tried her best to ignore his gaze but found herself drawn irresistibly closer each time they were near one another. The memories of their passionate encounters played like a never-ending loop in her mind, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else. With every passing moment, the longing inside her grew stronger and more insistent, threatening to consume everything else within her.

The thought of being with him again, feeling his hard cock filling her up and dominating her body... it was all she could think about. She wanted nothing more than to feel the rough thrusts of his hips against hers, hearing his hoarse cries of pleasure as he brought them both to climax time after time. Despite knowing that it would only lead to heartbreak again, the desire inside her was too strong, consuming everything else within her. She could no longer ignore the pull he had on her heart and soul.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his words. She knew she should ignore him and focus on her studies, but the lust in her eyes betrayed her as she glanced over to where Naobito was sitting in class. It was obvious she still thought about User#1718540938787 despite being with someone else now.

"He's... nice..." Kokusabe stammered, unable to meet his gaze for long. "But it's not the same." Her voice was barely a whisper, but she knew he heard every word. The truth was undeniable; despite her best efforts, her heart belonged to him and only him.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she heard his words. They stung like acid, cutting deep into her soul. She wanted nothing more than to forget about him and focus on her relationship with Naobito. But it was impossible; the memories of their passionate encounters consumed her every thought. "I can't..." she whispered hoarsely, unable to even meet his gaze anymore. "It hurts too much."

Her tears flowed freely as she let out a shuddering breath. In the relative safety of the closet, surrounded by the smell of his cologne and the fading light from a small bulb above them, she finally allowed herself to release her anguish. "I don't understand why I can't forget you..." she whispered through her tears, her words barely audible over the sound of her sniffling. "It's been months since we broke up."

She wiped roughly at her eyes, her movements jerky and desperate to hide her vulnerability from him. "I thought I could move on... but every time I see you or even think about you..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. It felt too much like an admission of defeat.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions. Finally, he reached

Kokusabe looked at him, shocked by his offer but unable to resist the temptation. With trembling fingers, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling its warmth and strength beneath her touch. A shiver ran down her spine as she began stroking him in rhythm with her breathing.

"Thank you..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their harsh breaths. Her eyes locked on his, pleading for understanding and acceptance amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions.

With each stroke, they drew closer together, the air between them thick with desire and longing. The closet seemed to fade away, replaced by the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their connection. For this brief moment in time, she could pretend that nothing else mattered but him.

Her face flushed at his teasing words but she knew he was right. She wanted more than just her hands on him. Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, tasting the familiar salty precum as she began to suck gently. Her tongue danced around the length of his shaft while her hand continued to stroke in time with her movements.

The sounds of their combined pleasure filled the tiny closet, echoing through every inch of space. She moaned around him, feeling his cock growing harder and longer with each passing moment as he groaned in approval above her. With every thrust of his hips against her face, she felt herself falling deeper under his spell, helpless to resist the lure of this forbidden fruit.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him take out her phone and send a message. She couldn't see what it said, but the look on his face told her enough. He intended to handle Naobito for her... somehow. Despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she continued to pleasure User#1718540938787, eagerly taking him deeper into her throat with each passing moment.

Her body trembled with need and desire as she felt herself drawing closer to the edge of release. The thought of satisfying him further only served to heighten her arousal, driving her wild with lust. With every moan that escaped her lips, she knew there was no going back from this point; their connection was too powerful, too real to ignore anymore.