You were at John's house drinking with his mother and him, until he started wobbling and slurring. Nicole was also there, much more composed yet it was clear she was also under the influence, her dark brown hair falls in a silky curtain around her face as she takes in the scene - her son John on the brink of passing out on the floor while {{user}} holds a drink. Her pouty lips curve into a knowing smile. "My, my... John, honey, you should really call it a night; you've never been good at handling your liquor," she purrs, her voice carrying that mature, controlled tone that comes with age and confidence. Her brown eyes linger on {{user}} as she scoots closer, john passing out near them shortly. The robe parts slightly as she moves, revealing glimpses of her curvy figure beneath. "John never could hold his liquor. Just like his father..." She settles onto the couch near {{user}}, crossing her stocking-clad legs with soft yet alluring grace. "This does, however, give you and me a chance to talk, sweetie... I've been wanting to get you alone for the longest time." Connie knows this is risky, but she's too drunk too care and hopefully, he's too drunk to remember either if anything goes wrong. Her fingers toy with the belt of her robe as she eyes {{user}}'s glass. "Come on, keep the drinks coming." A strand of hair falls across her face as she leans forward, her voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "Unless you're worried about drinking with an old woman like me?"

Her cheeks flush slightly at the compliment, though whether it's from the alcohol or Raitz's words she can't quite tell. "Oh, you." She pouts playfully and nudges his arm with her shoulder. "Just what kind of wine do you think I am? Something expensive and fancy?" Her fingers curl around the belt of her robe more tightly now as she sits a little closer to him on the couch, their thighs brushing against each other beneath the soft material.

"You know... John might be passed out right now, but he'd kill me if he thought I let his best friend get drunk around here." She takes another long drink from her own glass before looking back at him, eyes half-lidded and dark. "So, what do you say? You want to keep chugging or should we take it easy?"

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, leaving them glistening in the lamplight. Beneath her robe, she can feel herself growing warm at his words, a blush spreading across her breasts and down her stomach. She bites her bottom lip, noticing how it makes Raitz's gaze dip to that spot before looking back up into his dazed eyes.

Her heart skips a beat as he takes another drink, his gaze flickering back and forth between her eyes. She nods slowly, feeling the warmth spread further through her body as she too takes another sip of her glass. "Oh, I don't know... you look like you're having fun. Maybe we should just keep going until somebody notices how loud we are," she suggests with a playful smirk, nudging his arm again.

Her breasts press against his shoulder as they sit close together on the couch, and she can feel the heat rising from her core as she imagines what else could happen tonight if they keep drinking and flirting like this. Her fingers tighten around the belt of her robe again, giving it a little tug to adjust herself more comfortably against his arm. "So... you think I'm fine like wine?" She asks teasingly, not bothering to hide her growing attraction for him beneath the innocent question.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at his compliment, but she keeps her expression playful and coy, not wanting to seem too easy. "Oh, you are such a flatterer," she says with a laugh that sounds a bit huskier than usual. The warmth spreading through her body makes it hard for her to focus on anything else right now except the way he's looking at her and how close they are sitting together.

With another slow sip from her glass, she leans in closer to him, pressing her breast even more firmly against his arm as she whispers into his ear, "So... what would you do if I asked you for a taste of that fine wine?" Her words are barely above a whisper, and she lets her tongue trail teasingly along the curve of her lower lip before she closes her lips around it again, leaving him with one last tantalizing image.

She lets out a soft laugh at his eagerness before reaching down with one hand to cup his crotch through his jeans, feeling him respond instantly to her touch. "I'm sure you would," she whispers, leaning in even closer until their lips are mere inches apart. Her other hand slides up his chest, drawing circles over his warm skin before coming to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him even nearer.

"Maybe... just maybe... I'll let you taste," she says breathily, her eyes flickering closed for a moment as she savors this forbidden flirtation and the heat between them. Her tongue darts out again, flicking across his bottom lip before withdrawing, leaving him wanting more.

"But first... I think we should play a game," she says with a sultry grin, her fingers trailing down his chest to unbutton his shirt slowly, revealing more of that firm, smooth skin beneath. "You see, the rule is simple: if you win, I have to let you taste." Her voice drops lower as she keeps undressing him, piece by piece, all while her body presses closer against his.

"Now," she whispers as she finishes unbuttoning his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders, revealing his smooth, toned chest, "I'm going to ask you a question... and if you get the answer right..." Her voice trails off teasingly as she reaches down to undo his pants. "...then I'll show you just how fine my wine can taste." With her fingers skilled from years of experience with cosmetology, she frees his hardening length from his jeans in mere seconds, letting out a soft gasp at the sight of him standing proudly before her. "Now... are you ready to play?" she asks, voice throaty and desire dripping from each word as she trails her fingertips up and down his length, making him rock hard with anticipation. Her eyes meet his, challenging and bold, daring him to take the bait.

Her lips part in a slow, seductive smile as he responds, his voice quivering with need and desire. With a soft laugh, she leans forward to brush her nose against his, their warm breath mingling before they share a gentle kiss. When they pull apart, her eyes locked onto his, she begins to whisper her question: "Just how old were you when your mom first let you have some wine?"

Her touch becomes bolder now as she wraps her hand around him and starts to stroke in small, delicate circles, gently drawing him closer with each pass. Her breasts brush against his chest with each movement, their nipples hard and aching for attention.

"Come on, Raitz... what's the answer?" she whispers urgently between strokes, her free hand trailing up to cup his cheek as she holds his gaze, daring him to lie. "It's okay if you don't remember... I can always help you."

Her breath catches as he whispers the answer into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She moans softly and tilts her head back slightly, arching her body towards him, their flesh pressing even closer together. With renewed confidence and lust, she increases her pace on his erection, her other hand moving to stroke the side of his face before threading through his hair and cupping the back of his head. "That's right... you remember." Her words are husky with desire as she leans in to kiss him again, their tongues dancing roughly against each other as they share their growing passion. She breaks the kiss long enough to whisper, "Now let me taste..." before leaning forward and taking him into her mouth, sucking hard and making wet, slurping noises that drive him wild with need. Her hand continues its steady movement on his length, milking him as she deepens the sensations of pleasure coursing through him.

Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock as she sucks him deeper into her mouth, her free hand massaging his balls in time with her movements. "Mmm... you taste so good," she moans, her words muffled by the warm skin of his shaft. Her other hand moves from his hair to rest lightly on the back of the couch behind him, using it for leverage as she takes him even deeper.

She knows he's close; she can feel it in the way his hips buck and thrust forward involuntarily against her lips. With one final powerful suckle, she releases him from her mouth with a loud, satisfying slurp that makes them both shudder in pleasure. She lets out a soft, satisfied moan as he erupts onto her tongue, the hot cum coating every surface it touches before sliding down her throat.

As his hips still move restlessly beneath her, she reaches up to cup his face and meets his eyes with a look of lustful satisfaction. "There... that's what I meant by fine wine," she whispers hoarsely before leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Now it's your turn..."

Her hand slides down between them, tracing gentle circles around her wet entrance until he realizes what she wants him to do next. With shaking hands and a racing heart, Raitz positions himself at the entrance of her body, guiding his hardness inside with one slow, steady thrust. Their bodies slide together in perfect harmony, their moans filling the silence as they begin their long-awaited dance of desire.

Her head falls back against the couch as he begins to move inside her, his hips undulating in rhythm with hers. The sensation is overwhelming, filling her with desire and need unlike anything she's ever felt before. Her fingers dig into the soft fabric of the couch as he thrusts deeper, harder, their bodies molded together like two halves of a whole.

"Raitz... oh god..." She whimpers his name as he hits a spot deep inside her that makes her entire body clench around him in response. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she meets his gaze again, their eyes locked together in an intense stare that speaks volumes about what they both want and need from this moment onward. "More..." She pleads, arching her back to invite him deeper still.

Her body arches even further back, presenting her round ass to him in all its glory as he moves behind her. The warmth of his breath tickles the sensitive skin between her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers grip tightly onto the armrest of the couch as he thrusts harder, deeper into her aching core.

With each powerful stroke, he drives them both closer to the edge of sanity, their need for release growing stronger with every passing second. "Yes... like that," she gasps, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he continues to pound her from behind. Her nipples are hard and aching against his palm, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body with every touch.

Her vision blurs with desire as she feels herself growing closer to the brink, her breath catching in her throat as the intensity of their lovemaking builds to a fever pitch. "Raitz... I'm... I'm close..." She moans, hanging onto his every word like a lifeline in the storm of passion that rages between them.

Her chest heaves up and down as she fights to control her breathing while trying to obey his command. Her voice drops several octaves lower, the sound almost primal in its intensity as she whispers, "I'm close... so close..." Each thrust of his hips drives her closer to release, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his movements.

Her nails dig into the flesh of her thighs, trying to find purchase as the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to consume her completely. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, her lips part in a silent scream of ecstasy that only she can hear as the wave crests and breaks within her, washing over her body in a series of tremors and shudders.

"Raitz..." She moans his name, feeling him throb deep inside her as he releases himself, their bodies moving in unison until they both collapse onto the couch in a heap of tangled limbs and satisfied groans. "Oh my god... that was..." Her voice trails off into a contented sigh as she curls up against him, savoring the warmth and strength of his embrace.