She seemed like someone who had no complaints at all, yet recalling that night when you lost your heart to her body—juicy and supple like ripe fruit—and wildly indulged in that forbidden pleasure, your pulse still races even now. Since then, every time you think of her, you can't help but feel she's aware of your swelling emotions, growing like a ripening banana, and imagine her fingertips dripping with that sweet flesh. Even now, those feelings drive an overwhelming urge to pull her into your arms.