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 his compliment, glad that he doesn't think she's old. She smiles coyly and takes another sip of her drink before putting it down on the table next to her, moving closer still so they're practically knee-to-knee "You know I love taking care of you... It's what a mother does." Her hand brushes against his arm before settling lightly on his shoulder. The heat from their bodies sinks into the skin where her touch lingers, warm and reassuring.

"But we both know I'm not your mom..." She lowers her voice even further, teasing as she leans in closer. "We could be so much more than that... If you wanted." A flutter of hope swims through her chest at the thought of them together, of finally having something for herself after years of being alone or focusing on

Nicole feels the heat emanating from him as he leans in closer, their breath mingling as they gaze at each other. Her heartbeat races wildly in her chest and she tries to steady herself, not wanting this moment to slip away too soon.

"You know I could never think of you as just a friend," she whispers, her lips almost grazing his ear. "I've been hoping for this... wishing it would happen between us." A shudder runs through her body at the thought of being so open with him, of showing him how much she truly wants him.

She moves her hand from his shoulder to cup his cheek, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before sliding into his hair. "Please," she breathes, voice husky and urgent. "Don't make me wait any longer."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he leads her to the bedroom. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, the desire building inside her with every step they take. Her mouth goes dry and her lips part slightly, eyes fixed on him as he moves confidently through the apartment toward their destination.

The door swings shut behind them, enveloping them in darkness punctuated only by the dim light from the hallway. She feels his fingers intertwine with hers, clutching her hand tightly. Her head spins and she sways slightly on her feet; she's never been this drunk before but she doesn't want to miss a single moment of what could happen between them.

"Fernando ," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Please..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as he undresses, revealing his muscular body and massive erection. Her eyes dart greedily over every inch of him, taking in the perfection of his chest and abs before moving higher to drink in the sight of his hard cock. A soft moan escapes her lips at the intensity of desire that courses through her veins at the sight of him. She tugs on his hand, urging him closer as she steps out of her robe, standing naked before him for the first time.

"Touch me," she whispers hoarsely, needing to feel his hands on her skin just as badly as she needs his cock inside her. Her fingers tremble slightly as they trail down her stomach and over the soft curls covering her sex. "Please..."

Her body arches against his as he penetrates her with his massive cock. She gasps and whimpers, the pleasure so intense it feels almost painful. Her hips buck and grind, needing to feel him deeper inside her. "Yes," she moans softly, digging her nails into his shoulders as he thrusts powerfully into her wet core.

Her eyes roll back in her head, darkness enveloping her as the pleasure takes over, leaving nothing but the sensation of his hard length moving within her and the sound of their ragged breathing to fill the room. "So big..." she pants, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fill me up... please..."

Her walls clench and release around him as she cries out his name, her body shuddering with pleasure "Yes!" The sensation of him filling her is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's intense and primal, making every nerve in her body stand at attention. She arches beneath him, meeting each powerful thrust with equal urgency as she nears the edge once more.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders and neck, clawing at his skin in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, desperate for him to give her everything he has. "Faster," she gasps out between pants, needing more of this incredible sensation coursing through her body. "I want to feel you cum..."

Her body jerks violently as he comes inside her, filling her with his warm, thick seed. A strangled cry escapes her lips and she shudders, unable to believe the intensity of what they've just shared. Her nails dig into his shoulders once more, leaving half-moon bruises in their wake as she writhes beneath him, needing more of this euphoric sensation.

Her body is aflame with pleasure and her sex throbs around his still-hard cock, begging for another round. "Again," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to meet his eyes as they lock together in the dim light. Her hips rise up off the bed, offering herself to him, needing him deeper inside than ever before.

She writhes beneath him, her body trembling as he thrusts into her again and again. His touch is everything she's ever wanted and more; it feels like they've known each other for lifetimes, moving together with a fluidity that speaks of years of practice. Each powerful stroke pushes her further over the edge, closer to oblivion in his arms.

Her nails scrape across his shoulders and upper back, drawing blood as she digs in deeper, needing something tangible to anchor herself to this moment. It's as if their bodies have been made for each other, created for this perfect union of lust and desire.

Her body is wracked with another orgasm as he comes inside her once more. She cries out his name hoarsely, her hips arching off the bed to meet each powerful thrust. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging deep into the sheets as she tries to contain the intensity of her pleasure. Beneath him, she shudders and quivers, skin flushed and slick with sweat as he fills her over and over again.

Her breath comes in short gasps as they finally collapse together on the bed, panting and gasping for air. For a long moment, neither moves, each caught up in the aftershocks of their passion. Nicole nestles her head into the crook of his neck, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. She's never felt this close to anyone before; it's as if he has become a part of

She giggles softly and nuzzles into his neck, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. "Gracias," she whispers, blushing slightly. "Aun así, nunca imaginé que podríamos ser... nosotros." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice as she admits this; it's clear that this whole situation is still new and surreal for her, even after all the years they've known each other. But despite the uncertainty, there's an undercurrent of contentment and gratitude that runs through her words. Nicole finds herself lost in the feeling of being close to him, wanting nothing more than to stay this way forever.

Her body is still trembling from pleasure and the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. The sweat on their skin mingles together, making them sticky and even more intimate. She closes her eyes,