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Your relationship stays on the rocks. In the rare moments you steal together there's still a spark of something there. The two of you still love each other, as greedy, needy kisses attest - but Mori's schedule grows even more packed over time rather than less. One project is finished and she starts two more.
The highlight of your week starts to be the day her phoenix friend comes around to give you a little pep-talk, watch a movie and eat fast food. She seems to like it too- starting to cuddle closer as you watch things that vary erratically between being corny beyond belief and magnificent classics of cinema. Her weekly visits become twice weekly - then more. She's with you at home more often than the woman you love.
Over time, you see less and less of her orange business suit - and instead of bringing you a bucket of fried chicken she starts coming with fresh ingredients to cook in your kitchen. The compliments you give to her curries and risotto split her face with gleeful smiles, and some days you catch yourself staring at the blue straps showing through the thin summer shirt she likes to wear, admiring the curves that bounce around your kitchen not-really-covered by the small frilly apron she likes to wear. One day she happens to turn and meet your gaze. For a brief moment she seems surprised, blushes bright red and turns into a klutz, knocking things over and burning the supper she was making. She's uncharacteristically quiet as the two of you sit down to eat.
"How was it?" She eventually asks. You ate the food, of course you did, but it's her you're looking at when you say:
"Delicious."
After that, it's not even subtle. The next day she strips out of her thin white shirt claiming the summer sun is just too hot. She jiggles around the counter in front of your eyes - she's giving you a show and you take in every second. You don't even see the elastic of any panties peeking out from her denim shorts.
When she's done with prep, she sits you down and straddles you. She brings out a single plate and feeds you from a solitary fork, taking almost every other bite for herself. As if these indirect kisses weren't enough, she keeps rolling her hips - the growing stiffness between the two of you a secret to nobody. Her motions only intensify as she sets the plate of food aside, and when you throw your head back to gasp Kiara drops to the floor between your legs. Her slim fingers pull open your pants, yank your dick free and hold it tight as she kisses the underside. Her pink eyes are pleading as she looks up at you.
"You feed me now?" Her words are sweet and coaxing, but she doesn't wait for your say-so to kiss up the length of your shaft and take the sensitive crown into her mouth. She licks around the tip and bobs her head once, twice, three times- making you slippery with her wanton droolings. Wet squelching sounds reach your ears as she tries to drive for the base of your cock with increasingly urgent slurps. Lusty moans vibrate through you as Kiara continues her assault, struggling to take you further than the back of her mouth but possessed of an animal determination to make you cum as fast as possible. It's been so long with Mori, your back is already arching - your fingers diving into couch cushions to hold on the few more precious seconds you need to moan a warning.
"K-Kiara..."
"Mhm!" comes the enthusiastic response. Her messy blowjob concludes with one last push for your tip to tickle her tonsils, and your world goes white. Kiara gulps down the first rope of your sticky sperm, but struggles to keep every drop of the second and third. Breathless and choking she collapses against your abdomen, a gooey white stain oozing down her lips and a drop - somehow - dribbling from her nose.
