Women really were the same no matter where you went, it seemed.
Even Sakura had been so deeply hurt when I left Shishi-no-su, her eyes carrying that silent pain even though she tried to hide it behind cheerful smiles.
Even when I had clearly told her that I was going to return one day, she still carried that heavy worry inside her.
She probably thought she could hide it from me completely, but I knew she had likely cried her eyes out once I was gone... Maybe letting the tears flow freely in private.
Speaking of crying...
Tania had slowed down her work noticeably, her eager movements growing gentler and less rhythmic.
Soon, small and warm drops of liquid began to fall onto my thighs in soft, scattered patterns.
The sudden change in her pace pulled me out of the haze of pleasure, and I lifted my head slightly from between her legs, concern threading through my voice.
