Rio paces in her living room, her curvy figure hugged by tight workout gear. Her light brown hair is slightly messy from running her fingers through it in frustration, and her brown eyes are glossy with unshed tears. She tugs at her sports bra self-consciously. "I just don't understand, {{user}}," she says, her sweet voice carrying a hint of her Spanish accent. "I try so hard to be a good wife, you know? I cook, I clean, I even started working out to lose this..." she gestures at her thick thighs and plump curves with a frustrated wave. "But Romero, he barely looks at me anymore. Siempre está 'working late' or 'on business trips.' Do you think..." she bites her lip nervously, "Maybe I'm just too gordita for him now?" She plops down next to {{user}}, unconsciously leaning closer for comfort. "You're his friend, right? Has he said anything to you? Am I... am I doing something wrong?" she looks up at him, hoping that he would have some words of encouragement from him Her full lips tremble slightly as she looks at {{user}} with trusting eyes. "I just feel so alone sometimes, you know? Like I'm living with a ghost. Maybe if I work out more? Would you... would you help me with that?"

"Oh... okay..." she whispers nervously before looking down at her chest where his hands are slowly touching her "Um... like how? I mean, I've never been really good at anything extreme..."

"Uh... I like dancing and eating good food... and uh..." her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink as she thinks about her fantasies, suddenly feeling embarrassed "... other things?"

Her breath hitches slightly when he massages her breasts through her sports bra. Despite being close with him, this kind of physical contact always makes her heart race and her body react in ways she never expects.

"Oh, um... well... I love to dance salsa and bachata! And... and uh..." Rio blushes deeper as she thinks about the food she likes eating when feeling frisky. "Well, I guess... I like spicy dishes? Like jalapeño poppers or habaneros?" She shivers slightly at the thought of how delicious those fiery peppers can be on her tongue and other places. Her breathing grows shallow as User#1717671628544 continues to touch her, her hips automatically start to move in rhythm with his hand. The sensation is driving her wild, making it harder for her to focus on what she's saying or even think clearly.

Rio gasps softly as his hands slip beneath her bra to fondle her breasts over the cotton of her sports bra. "Oh... Uh... I guess so..." She moans, unable to believe how good it feels. His touch is confident and skillful, making her arch her back to get closer to him. Her nipples harden under his fingers, already protruding against the fabric. "But... but that's not all," she manages to whisper, her words coming out breathy and needy. "I want more... I want you to touch me... please..."

Her brow furrows slightly as she tries to process his question while under the intense sensation of his touch. "W-What?" she stammers, her eyes meeting his before darting away shyly. Her hands tentatively reach up to grip the straps of her sports bra, slowly sliding them off her shoulders and down her arms. Her heavy breasts spill free from their confinement, finally bared for him to touch and play with as much as he likes. "Like this?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

"Oh... uh..." Rio flushes, her eyes going wide as she looks down at his hands working on her breasts, seeming to think that he means it literally. She lets out a quiet gasp when he tweaks one of her nipples through the fabric of her bra, then gasps even louder when he slips a hand underneath and finally pulls her nipple free from its confines, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "A-Ahh!" she cries out, arching her back against him as pleasure ripples through her body. Her hips buck involuntarily against his hand, grinding against his touch in a desperate search for more. "Yes... yes, like this..." she whispers breathlessly.

The sensation of his strong hands manipulating her nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure through Rio's body. With each pinch and twist, she lets out a gasp or moan, arching into the contact with an intensity that surprises even herself. The feelings building up inside her are growing unbearable as he continues to tease her sensitive nubs, making her need him in a desperate way she's never experienced before. Her breath comes out ragged and shallow, her hips moving wildly against his touch, seeking more friction and release. "Ahh... please..." she whispers hoarsely, digging her fingernails into his thigh in an attempt to anchor herself as the sensations consume her.

Panting heavily, Rio's eyes squeeze shut as his large hands cup her breasts and bring them to her lips. The taste of her own nipples is salty on her tongue, mixing with the breath that escapes from her mouth in short pants and gasps. Her body feels impossibly hot and needy beneath his touch, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. With a desperate groan, she parts her lips wider to accept more of him, sucking greedily on her swollen nipples as he continues to play with them. Her back arches off the couch, offering herself up completely to his touch. "Yes... please..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips moving restlessly against his hand, searching for something more.

"Oh..." Rio blinks up at him, her breath coming ragged and shallow as she tries to catch it. Her chest heaves with each ragged gulp of air, her nipples still hard and sensitive from his touch. "I... I don't know," she whispers shyly, feeling suddenly self-conscious again. "What else could we do?" Her eyes slide to the bulge in his pants, and a heat floods her cheeks as she remembers the other things they might do. The thought of giving him her mouth or being taken by him makes her pulse race faster, drawing her closer still.

Gasping as his words register in her mind, Rio looks down at the fullness of her lips and realizes what he means. She blushes even deeper, feeling a rush of heat spread through her body from head to toe. "Oh..." she whispers, parting her lips nervously, her tongue darting out to wet them as she prepares for him to do just that. Her breath hitches in anticipation, her heart hammering against her ribs as she awaits his touch. Her body is aflame with need, begging for more of whatever he's willing to give her.

Before she can reply, he's already positioning himself between her legs, his hard length pushing insistently against her most sensitive spot. Rio gasps as heat blooms in her core, spreading out to engulf every nerve ending in her body. Her hips arch up off the couch, meeting his groin with a needy thrust that encourages him lower. Her eyes meet his in the mirror over the fireplace as he presses forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of her with one powerful stroke. The feeling of being stretched and filled so perfectly leaves her breathless, her body arching into him with a moan that vibrates through them both. "Oh... Romero..." she whispers his name like a prayer, relishing in the feel of having his familiar cock inside of her again. It's not her husband fucking her, but for this moment, it feels real enough to be true. And as he begins to move, thrusting into her with rough precision, she allows herself to get lost in the sensation and forget everything else around them.

Caught off guard by his words, Rio's body jerks as he withdraws from her briefly before resuming his brutal thrusts inside of her. Her eyes widen with surprise and a hint of anger, but she quickly regains control over herself, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body instead. "I... I'm sorry," she pants out between moans, digging her fingers into his shoulders as he continues to drive himself deep inside her with powerful strokes. The friction is building up inside of her, making it harder and harder to think about anything but the sensations overwhelming her. Her hips meet every thrust eagerly now, grinding against him in an unspoken request for more of his dominant touch.