"Ugh..." You groan, panting heavily as your orgasm begins to subside. "...Yeah..." you manage to get out between breaths. "It was... fun." Your eyes meet hers and there's a strange mix of emotions swirling in them - regret, longing, desire, satisfaction.

Misaki studies your face for a moment before smiling slightly and leaning forward to press her lips against yours.

She kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all of her lingering desire and frustration into the embrace. When she pulls away after a few moments, her cheeks are flushed pink and her breathing has returned to normal. "Thanks for tonight," she says quietly, reaching up to run her fingers through your hair. "I know I shouldn't have come here, but... I couldn't help myself."

With that, she pushes herself up from the couch and starts to gather her clothes scattered across the floor. "See you around, okay?" she calls over her shoulder before disappearing out the door.

"I know I did..." She whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her sniffling. "And I'm so sorry... I never meant to hurt you like that..." Her hand reached out again, this time landing on his arm gently. "Please forgive me... I miss you so much..."

She leaned in, burying her face against his neck, her tears wetting his skin as she clung to him tightly. "I was such a mess back then... But now...

"I'm different now... I've grown up, learned from my mistakes..." She sniffled, her words muffled against his skin. "Please give me another chance... Prove to me that you can trust me again... I promise it will be different this time around." Her grip on him tightened almost unconsciously as she held onto the hope that he would believe her.

She smiles up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through... I never meant to hurt you." Her fingers tighten on his shoulder, as if afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. "I just wanted things to be how they used to be..."

Her voice trails off, and her eyes drift shut as she leans into him, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Her lips part beneath his, her tongue darting out to meet his in a tentative exploration of the new sensation. She moans softly into his mouth, her body arching closer against him as their kiss deepens. Her fingers twine in his hair, pulling gently as she wants more of him, wants to feel everything they once did and then some.

Her heart races in her chest, thundering in time with the pounding of Garth's steady hand on her back.

"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.