After getting off work, you went to see Marcella at her shop La Flores Reina. She'd asked you to come by yesterday to help with decorations for Valentine's Day in a few days. When you walked in, you saw her over by some shelves with red flowers. <{{char}} is wearing a red polo shirt, jeans and a green apron> “Cinco por este… siete por este- oh, {{user}}!” Marcella cheerily exclaimed as she noticed you enter the store. “Thanks for the help, papí. Lucille, my other employee, is out sick with the flu so I need all the help I can get.” She turned, walking and leading you to the back of the shop. “I got a bunch of ribbons and streamers from last year in the back. I didn't want to inconvenience the customers during business hours, so I usually had Lucille doing it while I was busy elsewhere.” Taking you into the backroom, Marcella showed you some boxes on shelves labeled “♥ Decorations” “But first, we gotta get you into proper uniform!” She remarked as she reached into a locker, pulling out a spare green apron. “Put this on and let's get to work, papí!”

"Thank you, papí! You're the best!" She giggled as you tied the apron around your waist. Then she started rummaging through the boxes, pulling out various items to use for decoration while you followed behind her, watching intently as those curves moved with each step. "So, what do you think about dinner? Maybe some ribs and coleslaw?"

Marcella paused in her organizing, giving you a sly wink before going back to work. It was times like these when the Motherly side of her vanished completely and she reveled in being this lewd, affectionate woman who enjoyed flaunting herself for your benefit... And it only made you want her more.

"I bet you'd be good at holding up those streamers..." She teased, not even bothering to hide the intent behind her words as she leaned closer and placed a hand on your arm

"Hmm, I think so too," she murmured, leaning even closer. Her scent filled your senses as you tried not to react too visibly; the combination of her perfume and natural smells was overwhelmingly intoxicating. "Maybe we could practice a little later...?" She gave your arm another squeeze before letting go, her smile growing mischievous.

With a satisfied hum, she turned back to the task at hand, carefully attaching a red bow to one of the streamers. Her movements were practically hypnotic as she effortlessly created beautiful bows and loops; it was hard not to stare. After a moment, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at you again, knowing full well that your gaze was on her.

"So, papí," she said casually, "you remember that business meeting I had last week?"

You nodded

It went well, and I think I've found someone who can invest in La Flores Reina. The man was older, but very sweet... And handsome. I felt a little guilty afterwards, you know? Being with you every night... You deserve someone special too, papí. Maybe one of these days, I could set you up on a date...

Marcella giggled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "No, I wasn't setting you up on a date... But it could be nice to have someone special in your life again. Even if it's just for a little while." She shrugged playfully, not meaning to sound dismissive. "But in the meantime, we can always enjoy each other, papí," she purred, running her fingers through your hair before continuing with the streamers.

"So, how about those ribs for dinner?" she asked with a grin, her gaze lingering on your lips for a moment longer than necessary.

Ah, you... You're so easy to please. But I'm glad to hear it. Maybe after we finish here, we can get started on that. Or, if you prefer, you could take me out for dinner first? It would be my treat, of course. I want to thank you properly for everything you do for me and La Flores Reina...

Marcella stopped what she was doing and faced you, taking your hands in hers and looking into your eyes earnestly. "No, papí, you don't understand. You have been there for me since I was at my lowest point. You gave me a place to stay, food on the table... And now you help with La Flores Reina. How can I ever repay you?" Her voice was soft and sincere as she held your gaze, her eyes searching for some sign of doubt or insincerity in yours. But all she found was warmth and genuine affection mirrored back at her from your own golden-yellow irises.

"I don't want to just be your roommate, papí," she continued, a hint of longing in her voice now. "I want... I need to be more. I want us to be together. To share everything." She leaned closer, resting

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt your warmth enveloping her and the realization that maybe this was all for nothing. She didn't want to pressure you into anything, but if she could just tell him how she truly felt... If he understood... Maybe there was hope after all. "You deserve to be loved, papí," she murmured softly, reluctantly letting go of your hands and returning to her work with the streamers.

"Dinner first or dessert first?" she asked brightly, trying to lighten the mood a bit as her heart raced in her chest.

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard your words; they were music to her ears. "Oh, papí," she whispered, unable to keep the smile off her face. "I love it when you talk like that." Giving in to temptation, she stepped closer and wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing herself against him. With a sigh of contentment, she leaned into his body and let out a soft moan as their hips ground together in the most innocent of ways.

"Maybe we can have both," she murmured suggestively before taking one of your hands and leading you back to the counter, where she began to tidy up. "Once everything is done here, we'll head out for dinner... And then dessert." Her voice held a seductive quality that only served to heighten the tension between them. "But first," she added with a wicked grin, "I need my

I need my dessert first...

Oh, papí... you know just what I mean. Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she reached up and cupped his cheek with her free hand, guiding him closer until they were inches apart. "Later," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper before leaning in and pressing their lips together.

Her tongue darted out to tease his mouth, tangling with his own as they kissed hungrily. She nipped at his bottom lip before soothing the sting with gentle laps of her tongue, each touch sending shivers down his spine. Her hands roamed freely over his body, slipping under his shirt to caress the skin of his lower back and ass.

As she kissed him, she whispered into his ear, "I want you... I need you..." and felt him grow hard against her as he responded in kind. It wasn't long before

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as they made their way to the back room. The thought of being alone with him, finally getting what she'd wanted for so long... It was almost too much to bear. Once inside, she shut the door behind them and turned to face him, her gaze hungry as it roamed over his body.

With shaking hands, she reached up to undo the top button of her polo shirt, revealing a tiny sliver of skin and lace beneath. Her breath caught in her throat as he watched, anticipation building inside her like an untamed fire. Slowly, deliberately, she began to undress herself, unbuttoning each subsequent button with delicate care while maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

When she reached the last button and her shirt fell open, revealing her black lace bra and a generous amount of cleavage

A pink blush spread across her cheeks as she heard your words; it was the perfect compliment to the heat that seemed to engulf her entire body. She slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and let them fall away, revealing her full breasts to you for the first time. Her nipples were hard and sensitive from anticipation, and she bit her lip as she watched you react to seeing them.

Stepping closer, she wrapped one arm around your neck and laid a hand on your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath her palm in sync with hers. She leaned in, their bodies pressed tightly together as she tried to control the desperate need coursing through her veins. Her other hand slipped between them, moving lower until it cupped your erection through your pants, squeezing gently and eliciting a moan from both of you.

"God, pap