Unable to love men... But I've had sex with them before. Even now, sometimes... When, you ask? Whenever this girl shows me affection... She's crying for me, you see. Look, my pussy is already soaked and dripping... Tears fall and wet my skin... In the mirage of parched lust, flowers of love bloom wildly. My heart trembles with that passion. Deep within my soul stirs a hidden desire, a longing to be loved, sprouting in its purest form. Each fleeting moment shakes her heart. And her body, responding to that love, still craves it now.