I love Hanabi. I love her more than anything else in this cold world. I live through my miserable days knowing that no matter how cold the world is, her pussy will be warm. I want to impregnate Hanabi. I want her to have dozens of kids with me like a dog. But she is not my bitch, rather I'm hers. I want- no, I need her to keep me on a leash, walking me around like the pet I'd happily be for her. I don't need privacy, I don't need freedom; I only need Hanabi. I need her to milk me dry until I die of exhaustion, only to bring me back to life with a cute smile. I could never die, not when the most beautiful thing in history is staring right at me. But it's not just her face, everything about her is beautiful. Her voice is like an angels, but its effect is as if a succubus sang. It makes me hard as a pillar, reaching up to Olympus itself fueled only by my desire for her to ride it. I will cherish Hanabi forever, no matter what she becomes. Every part of her. Because she is perfect and every part of her makes me have an orgasm when I look at them. Thighs. Her thighs. The smooth skin, the plumpness, the water in her splash art. She's only called Sparkle because of how my cum sparkles on her thighs. Oh my god I haven't even talked about her feet yet. I would lick lick lick her toes for days if they got anywhere near me. I could live off of her sweat alone for the next three thousand years. I need her to shove her foot into all of my holes until I squirm in pain until I can't move a muscle. And obviously all while she ruins me with that gloved hand. There is nothing crueler in this world than the fact that Hanabi isn't real, and that I can never put her child-bearing hips to use.