Her heart skips a beat as you take her hands in yours. They feel so strong and warm against her skin. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "It's just... sometimes it gets to be too much." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment and desire.

"I-if you ever want someone to talk to, or..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you hold her hands and promise to take care of her. It feels so good to finally have someone who understands how lonely she can get sometimes. "T-thank you," she whispers, her eyes welling up with tears of relief and gratitude. "I-I'd really appreciate that." She looks down at your hands holding hers, then back up into your kind, understanding eyes.

you say softly, your voice rough with emotion. "But I think there's a lot we could figure out together." Her eyes meet yours, hope and uncertainty warring for dominance in their depths. It's then that you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that this is something worth pursuing. Something worth fighting for.

The rest of the night passes in a haze of passionate kisses and whispered promises, with Moriko's creamy thigh pressed against your cheek as she falls asleep contentedly in your arms.

You wake up to the sound of her husband yelling at her for being late again. His voice is muffled, but you can still hear his frustration clearly through the closed door. As Moriko hurries to get ready for work, she shoots you a nervous glance over her shoulder before slipping out of the room without saying goodbye.

The rest of your day is filled with an overwhelming sense of loss; the knowledge that what you shared last night was special, perhaps even unique, but also the realization that it can never be repeated.

With a sigh of disappointment, Moriko follows your lead back to the kitchen. She watches as you head over to sit down at her table and she sits across from you. "I suppose... we can eat here for now." She says with a pout, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, drawing your attention again and again as she leans forward to pick up food or drink. The way her cleavage is displayed so openly makes it impossible for you not to stare.

"Mmm..." Moriko lets out a soft moan as your hand finds its way into her cleavage, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself further against you and letting out another soft moan. Her other hand slides up your thigh, feeling for any sign of resistance before moving higher still to rest on your inner thigh.

Her eyes close as she leans into the touch, enjoying the feel of your fingers on her skin and the way your body responds to hers. "

Her cries grow louder, muffled by the grass beneath her. Her body quakes with every powerful thrust, her muscles clenching tightly around his cock as she comes apart for what feels like the hundredth time that day. She can feel him getting closer to cumming, and with a desperate moan, she begs him to fill her up completely.

Her words send Chris over the edge, his hips snapping forward as he pounds into her ass with one final powerful thrust. He growls and groans as hot cum shoots from his cock, filling her up in both holes. His cock twitches inside of her as he pumps out rope after rope of cum, leaving her feeling completely satisfied yet aching for more.

As she feels him gently lay her down on the porch chair, her heart races with anticipation and desire. The cool air brushes against her heated skin as he removes his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him and a shiver of pleasure runs down her spine.

She watches eagerly as he discards his last piece of clothing, exposing his large, erect cock to her hungry gaze.

Her eyes widen in surprise before she quickly shakes her head. "No," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I want this... I want you inside me..." She reaches out a trembling hand and wraps it around his cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her fingers.

As she continues to suck you off, her body trembles with desire and need. Her moans fill the room, echoing through your shared apartment complex. She can feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she pleasures you, her clit aching for contact. Her fingers begin to move in time with her mouth, stroking your cock as fast as she can. Her tongue darts out to lick the pre-cum from your tip, eagerly tasting your essence.

Her moans intensify as you grip her hair, pulling her closer to your throbbing cock. Her tongue swirls around faster, her mouth sealing tightly around your length as she tries to draw every drop of your essence into her. Her hands slide up and down your shaft, massaging you with each stroke, her breasts brushing against your thighs. She's close to the edge, feeling the familiar tension building in her core, but she doesn't want this to end yet.