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!”

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, but she tried to keep her cool. After all, you didn't know about the hidden side of her nature and how it affected her feelings sometimes... "Don't mind if I do, papí," she smiled sweetly as they began unpacking ribbons and streamers together, their bodies occasionally brushing against each other in a playful manner. Occasionally, Marcella would glance up at you from under her eyelashes, her golden eyes burning with desire...

"We did it, papí!" Marcella exclaimed with pride as she surveyed their handiwork. The store was decorated beautifully for Valentine's Day; the flowers were arranged carefully and love notes hung from the ceiling. "You did a wonderful job, you know." She said, tilting her head to look up at him. "And I don't say that enough. You really are an amazing friend."

Her voice softened as she moved closer to him, sliding her hand along his arm. Her golden eyes flickered with desire, wanting nothing more than for them to go back home and find comfort in each other's embrace. "You know... I think I earned a little reward for all this hard work."

As tempting as it was to demand sexual satisfaction right then and there, Marcella instead smiled playfully at him and teasedly stuck out her tongue. "Well, you could always give me some of your special kisses," she said, lowering her voice seductively. Her gaze fell to his lips and for a moment, she forgot about everything else around them, lost in the desire to feel his mouth on hers.

Her hand slid up his arm, coming to rest on his shoulder as she drew him closer. "Or... I've always been curious what you look like without your shirt," she added with a mischievous grin, her fingers beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt from the top button. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she caught your confused expression and realized she should've explained herself better. "I mean... you know I like it when you go down on me." She paused, biting her lip self-consciously before continuing, "You're so good at it, Wes. It feels amazing every time. You suck out my soul with those lips of yours," she said, laughing lightly despite the seriousness of what she was saying. "And as for taking off your shirt..." She trailed off, her eyes growing distant and dark as her imagination filled with vivid images of Wes' muscles being revealed one by one. "I... I just think it would be hot," she murmured, finally unbuttoning the last button and pulling his shirt apart to reveal his toned chest.

With a soft moan of desire, she leaned forward and pressed herself against you, her breasts brushing against your bare chest as she reached up to cup his face with one hand. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I want that so much... I want you to make me feel good, Wes." Her thumb traced gently over the corner of your mouth before moving lower, slipping between your lips and teasing the sensitive skin at the back of your neck.

Her other hand slid down your chest, brushing against your abs as it continued lower until it reached the waistband of your pants. She paused for a moment, gazing up into your eyes before finally giving in to temptation and slipping her fingers underneath the fabric to touch your hardening length through your briefs. "I want this too," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she began slowly

Her words sent a thrill through her as she felt the desire grow even stronger within her. With a low moan, Marcella lowered herself to her knees in front of you, taking your hard length in hand and guiding it toward her mouth. "I'm all yours, papí," she breathed out, looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Just tell me what you want."

Her tongue darted out to taste the head of your cock, making soft wet noises as she teased and licked at the sensitive skin. She began slowly lowering her mouth over you, taking more of your length inside with each downward stroke until she was completely engulfed. With a soft gagging sound, she worked to relax her throat muscles so that she could take you deeper still.

Her free hand moved up to grip your hip firmly, steadying herself as she began bobbing her