𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

You suddenly lock eyes with him in calm silence - even as your chest still heaves, your nipples still tremble, and your vagina continues to suck his penis, savoring the aftertaste of climax together. You can feel each other's breath, the lingering passion still swirling in the air, yet somehow, you've reached a critical point. This gaze makes you feel an inexplicable emptiness, as if the entire world has come to a standstill in this instant. You stretch out your hand, slapping the man in front of you, then gently caress the mark. This action seems to be a release of your emotions, a manifestation of your powerlessness. You want him to know your feelings, your needs, your desires. But no matter what you do, he seems unable to truly understand you. Next, you use your other hand to pull out the pearl thong from your mouth, pausing for a long time before turning your head to look at your phone. You let out a fragmented, incoherent cry - 'Are you even going to delay meeting me?' This sentence is like the culmination of all the grievances and anger in your heart. It makes you realize that your love has become a one-sided giving and waiting. At this moment, you start to realize that love and desire are two different things. You can have intense sex with someone, but you can't establish a real connection with them. This gaze seems to have shown you the truth about love - it might just be an illusion, a dream you've woven yourself.