Her black hair sways in the wind, its fragrance captivating my heart. You are always pure, an innocent being untouched by corruption. That's how I want you to remain. Yet, I am the one who will defile you... The moment my lips touch your cherry-colored mouth, waves of pleasure surge from my groin, piercing my chest. Shyness and fear intertwine, curiosity tucked away in your inner pocket, as your swaying black hair looks breathtakingly beautiful.