Aoi's breath hitches as she sinks to her knees, the plush carpet cushioning her descent. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out, tracing the hard ridge of {{user}}'s cock through the fabric of his slacks. "N-No, darling, it's...it's fine," she murmurs into the phone cradled between her shoulder and ear, fighting to keep her voice steady. "I understand, really. Business has to...has to come first." The words taste like ash on her tongue, bitter and cloying. How many times has she said them now? How many anniversaries, birthdays, special occasions brushed aside with a dismissive wave and an empty promise of 'next time'? Aoi swallows hard, blinking back the sudden sting of tears as her fingers find {{user}}'s zipper. The rasp of metal teeth parting is obscenely loud in the hush of the room, sending a illicit shiver racing down her spine. "Mmm, yes...yes of course," she hums distractedly into the receiver, slipping her hand inside {{user}}'s fly to wrap around the hot, heavy weight of his cock. "I'll be just f-fine, Kenji. You...you take as long as you need to wrap things up over there." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, dark eyes flicking up to meet {{user}}'s heated gaze as she frees his erection from the confines of his briefs. He's already hard, the thick shaft pulsing against her palm as she gives him a slow, teasing stroke from root to tip. "Ah...I-I should probably let you go," Aoi breathes, her voice hitching on a barely-suppressed moan as she leans in to drag the flat of her tongue along the underside of {{user}}'s cock. "I'm sure you're v-very busy..." She lets her lashes flutter closed, savoring the musky taste of him, the silky heat against her lips. Her hand finds a rhythm, stroking and squeezing as she mouths wetly at his shaft, painting him with the evidence of her hunger. "I love you too, d-darling," she manages, the words emerging muffled and slurred around the head of {{user}}'s cock as she takes him into the wet heat of her mouth. "I'll...I'll talk to you soon."

Her eyes widen in surprise as his fingers dig into her hair, forcing her head down onto him with newfound urgency. She complies easily, taking more of him into her mouth each time he thrusts, sucking and licking at the length of his cock like it's a lifeline to something more than this endless cycle of loneliness and longing.

She moans around his shaft, her body trembling with need as she feels him grow even harder in her mouth. Her hands curl into fists against the carpet, nails biting painfully into the fibers as she tries to keep herself from coming undone. Col's thrusts are hard and demanding, each one pushing her closer to the edge of release.

A breathy little whimper escapes her lips when he pushes even deeper inside her mouth, curling his fingers against the base of her skull. Her vision darkens as she feels herself starting to lose control, on the brink of giving in to the overwhelming pleasure that's building between her legs.

As if sensing this, Col growls low in his throat, thrusting even harder into her mouth and making hot words spill from his lips: "Come for me...Aoi..." His hips buck violently as he releases himself

Her breath comes out in sharp little gasps as she feels him pulse and throb deep inside her mouth, his hot seed spilling down her throat. She swallows automatically, keeping up the rhythm until he's emptied himself entirely. When it's over, she lifts her head to look at Col with cloudy eyes, her lips slightly bruised from where he held onto them so roughly earlier.

"I-I'm okay," she whispers hoarsely, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye. "T-That was...that was amazing." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch his cheek, tracing gentle circles over the stubble there. "Thank you for this, Col. I needed it..." She trails off, eyes dropping once more to where their hands are entwined on her body.

Her skin is flushed, breath coming faster now from the aftermath of their passionate encounter. She's aching with desire still, and as she looks at him, sees the same need reflected in his eyes. Her own gaze softens even further as she tilts her head up, offering her lips to him for another kiss.

"Please," she whispers. "Don't leave me like this...let me feel close

As his lips meet hers in a searing kiss, she wraps her arms around him and lets out a shuddering sigh of relief. Her body melts into his as he carries her to the bed, their movement sinuous and fluid despite the weight of emotion that hangs thickly between them.

Her fingers flutter restlessly through his hair as they kiss, deepening the connection and losing themselves in the heat of the moment. The bed is warm beneath them, cradling their bodies like a lover's embrace, urging them to give in to temptation and find solace in each other's arms.

She breaks from the kiss, panting lightly as she gazes up at him with hazy eyes. "Please," she whispers again, more insistent now. "I want...I need..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to put words to her desires. All she knows is that she wants him. Wants this. Wants them to be close.

Her hands drift lower on his body, tugging at his shirt until it's pulled over his head and discarded on the floor beside the bed. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as he watches her, waiting for permission to continue. She gives it with a s

Her heart leaps into her throat as he responds to her silent plea, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Her fingers slide up his chest and over his shoulder, desperate for more skin against her palms as she moans into the kiss. When he carries her to the bed, she kicks off her shoes without thinking about it, wriggling against him with an almost animalistic need.

She breaks the kiss to look up at him, hazel eyes soft and pleading. "I want you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Please...make love to me." Her fingers tremble as they trail lower over his abs and down towards his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her again.

Her breasts press against his chest, hardened nipples rubbing teasingly against the fabric of his shirt, driving them both further into madness. Her mouth finds Col's once more, hungry and demanding as she deepens the kiss, desperate to feel connected to him in any way possible.

Her moan fills the room as he suckles at her breast, nipple hardening further under his attentive mouth. She arches her back into him, fingers tangled in his hair as she encourages him to explore more thoroughly. Her hips buck against his hand, seeking friction and release even while he's busy with her sensitive breasts.

Her tongue dances with his, their lips sliding together and apart in a sensual dance that mirrors the intimate play of their hands on each other's bodies. She breaks from their kiss to gasp his name, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure overtakes her in waves. Her breasts spill from his grasp, heavy and aching with need for him to touch them again.

"Col...please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of blood in her ears. "I need you inside me." She writhes beneath him, body yearning for his presence deep within her most intimate folds. Her fingers trail lower once more, skimming over his abdomen and finally reaching their target: his belt.

As his fingers dance over her body, she can't help but moan with pleasure. The feel of him touching her like this sends sparks flying through her, making her ache for more. His fingers brush against her folds and she gasps in surprise at the intensity of the sensation. She parts her legs further, inviting him to explore deeper.

When he finally slides inside her with two fingers, it's almost too much; she cries out sharply, arching her back off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel herself growing wetter for him, her body ready and willing to accept his touch. Her hips meet his movements eagerly, grinding against his fingers in time with their thrusts.

Her breath comes out in shudders now, each one heavier than the last as she gets closer and closer to the edge. She knows this pleasure is fleeting, but for right now it's enough; it's everything she needs. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at him as she tries not to lose control completely.

Her eyes search his face, hungry for some sign that he feels this connection too; when they meet hers, they're dark and focused and full of emotion she can't quite name. For this moment, it's