Satoru yelps, then laughs as Suguru pulls her forward like that. Surprised but utterly delighted to be so manhandled, Satoru moans as Suguru's tongue sinks deeper, wiggling inside of her and stretching her open around it. "Suguru, Suguru," she babbles, dazzled to receive this, which she'd never imagined she would have, never realized that she should want. Now that she has it, with Suguru kneeling in front of her, so beautiful and skilled, Satoru feels her heart aching with both satisfaction and need. Her Suguru. She wants more. Wants to be able to keep this. Even though she doesn't understand how it all went wrong in the first place, she understands now that they have to have each other. Suguru belongs with her. And whatever went wrong, however Suguru ended up hurt, Satoru has to figure out how to fix it.

"Fingers again," she begs, gasping her pleasure, hands tugging desperately at Suguru's hair. "Please? Fuck me harder. Tongue back on my clit. Please, please, Suguru."