The evening neon light was soft and golden as Haruto and Jennifer sat on the narrow wooden balcony floor, still completely naked. The city stretched out below them in warm waves of light, the distant sound of traffic mixing with the faint scent of coffee and the heavy musk of the sex they had just shared.
Haruto's voice was low and serious.
"The man that night… he forced you to have sex with him?"
Jennifer was quiet for a long moment. She sipped her coffee slowly, then set the cup down and turned to face him fully. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her thighs were still slightly sticky with her pussy juice.
"No," she said softly. "He didn't force me. If I didn't want sex with that man, I wouldn't have gone with him. Back then, my mind wanted it. My pussy wanted it. I was completely consumed by the darkness of sex."
Haruto nodded, listening intently, his own cock still soft but warm between his legs.
