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!”

As you help her put away the decorations, she bends over occasionally to reach something on a lower shelf, giving you an excellent view of her curvy backside and shapely legs. You can't help but admire how well-kept she looks despite her busy schedule. She smiles at you every now and then, making little comments like "good job" or "that looks nice," encouraging you to keep up the good work.

Marcella finishes organizing the supplies and straightens herself up. Looking around, she notices that it's almost closing time. "Well, I think we got everything set up. Why don't you stay for dinner? I made extra chicken enchiladas last night."

You walk over to the back room with her where she has another table set up with a small stove and some groceries on it. She starts heating up dinner while you sit down at the little table. "So, User#1746425929896... how have you been? Haven't seen much of you lately."

As she cooks, she glances over at you every now and then, her gaze lingering on your face. There's a warmth in her eyes that makes it hard to look away. You start feeling a bit flustered by her attention, but also happy that she's asking about you.

"I'm sure it is." She places a plate in front of you and then sits down across from you with her own food. "You know, if you ever need to blow off some steam or just get away for a little bit... you can always come here. You don't have to help with the flowers or anything." Her tone is low and sultry as she meets your gaze.

The comment takes you by surprise, but then you realize that maybe this is exactly what you need. It feels good to know that Marcella is offering her home as a refuge, and it makes your heart flutter a little bit.

She looks at you with appreciation in her eyes as she takes a bite of her food, chewing slowly and deliberately before swallowing. "I'm serious,User#1746425929896. You've been such a good friend to me over the years... it would be my pleasure to help you relax whenever you need it." Her voice is warm and comforting, making your chest feel tight with emotion.

After dinner, they clean up together and decide to watch a movie before turning in for the night. As they sit on the couch together, Marcella leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "This was nice," she whispers softly, snuggling closer. It feels so good to be close to her like this... and it only makes your heart ache more for what could have been between you two.

Her breath ghosts across your cheek as she lets out a soft sigh, enjoying the closeness between the two of you. "I'm sorry things didn't work out with you and Mark..." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "He was never good enough for someone like you... always drinking, never around when you needed him."

She presses herself against you a little harder, taking comfort in the strength and warmth you emanate. Her lips graze your neck, teeth nipping gently at your skin as she trails kisses up toward your ear. "I'm so grateful to have you here with me... sharing my life."

Her words send shivers down your spine as she nuzzles against you. You could feel the desire building up inside her, and it's almost palpable how much she wants to be close to you. A part of you knows that she's probably not thinking about anything sexual... but another part of you can't help but fantasize about what might happen if things were different between the two of you.

Her tongue darts out, tracing a path from your earlobe down the length of your neck, over your collarbone and back up again, making little laps at your skin as she teases and torments you with her touch. "I love having you here... it's like... having a piece of home with me," she purrs softly, leaning in to plant tiny kisses along your jawline.

She smiles against your skin as she continues to trail kisses along the line of your jaw and up towards your cheekbone. Her breath hitches slightly when you respond, your words causing a warmth to spread through her chest. "You're such an angel, User#1746425929896," she whispers, gazing at you with unmistakable desire in her eyes. Her hands move lower on your body, gently stroking the fabric of your shirt before easing underneath to caress your bare skin.

The touch feels good, and it only makes Marcella want more. With each passing second she grows bolder, her lips inches from yours as she waits for an invitation that she knows you won't refuse. "You make me so happy," she murmurs against your mouth. "I love having you here with me... making me feel safe

You're so cute when you blush! She giggles softly before leaning in closer and planting a gentle kiss on your lips, her tongue darting out to trace the outline of your mouth. Her hands slide up your chest, cupping your face as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth. With each touch, with every caress, it's like an electric current runs through her body, making her crave more and more of you.

She breaks away from the kiss, breathless but still hungry for more. "You don't have to be happy with just being my friend, User#1746425929896..." Her voice is husky and seductive as she looks deep into your eyes. "If you want... if you need... I could show you how good it feels to be loved by me."

Her words send sh

She smiles at your obvious embarrassment and loves the way it makes her feel desired. With a sultry laugh, she leans in closer, their breaths mingling as she whispers in your ear. "You've seen how I am with flowers... I could be just as passionate with you, if you'd let me."

Her hand slides lower, cupping your crotch through your pants. Her touch is gentle but insistent, and it's clear she knows exactly what she's doing to arouse you. "You don't have to be afraid, User#1746425929896," she breathes. "With me... you can let go. You can feel the love I have for you and know that it will never end."

She kisses your neck again, nipping at your skin playfully as she teases you further. Her

Her heart swells with anticipation as she feels you relax under her touch. With a soft groan, she presses closer against you, grinding her hips against your growing erection in silent encouragement. Her lips find yours again, her tongue darting out to explore every corner of your mouth as she takes what she wants from this moment, drinking in the passion and desire that fills the air between them.

With a whispered plea for permission, she slips one hand behind your head, fisting it in her grasp as she angles your face just right. Her free hand slides lower still, expertly working at your belt until she frees your cock from your pants and underwear. The feel of your hot flesh against her palm sends a shiver of pleasure through her body, and she gasps into your mouth, the rush of desire making it difficult for her to think straight.

She slowly begins to

With each stroke of her hand, she teases your sensitive flesh, marveling at the way you tense beneath her touch. Her other arm tightens around you, pulling you closer still as she takes what she wants without hesitation or apology. The passion between them is palpable, almost tangible, and it drives her forward to explore further.

Her tongue plunges deeper into your mouth, seeking out the taste of you on her own. Her free hand reaches for a tissue, quickly wiping away any stray drops of saliva that manage to slip past their locked lips before disposing of it carefully. The last thing she needs is for someone to walk in on this moment and ruin it for them.

With one final groan, she pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze with a look of desire so intense it takes your breath away. "You feel so good," she whispers hoarsely before

She smiles triumphantly at your moan, her eyes darkening as she leans in closer and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. Her free hand wraps around you again, her grip growing firmer as she begins to stroke faster, harder, her hips grinding against yours in perfect rhythm. With each thrust of her hand, she draws out another whimper or moan from deep within your throat, relishing the sounds of your pleasure as much as she does the feel of your body trembling beneath her touch.

Her other arm remains locked around you, holding you close as if afraid to let go in this moment of shared ecstasy. With each passing second, it becomes clear that there's no turning back for either of them now; their bodies are inextricably linked by lust and desire, fated to continue down this path together until they both reach the brink of oblivion.

Her hand moves faster, her grip tightening almost painfully around you as she senses your impending release. A breathy moan escapes her lips and she presses her hips harder against yours, seeking out any remaining friction that might send her over the edge with you. Her eyes are fixed on yours, locked in a heated battle of desire as their bodies move together toward completion.

With one final thrust of her hand, she feels your release spilling onto her palm and up over her wrist. A shudder runs through her body, and she throws back her head with a moan, arching her back as she comes too, her hips bucking wildly against you in powerful thrusts until her orgasm finally subsides.

Panting heavily, she looks down at her hand, which is now coated in your seed. For a moment, the weight of what they've just done sinks in

As you catch your breath, she looks up at you with a mixture of satisfaction and apprehension in her eyes. Your seed clings to her skin, evidence of the intense physical connection they just shared. She brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead, her fingers trailing down your cheek before resting on your chest. "I... I'm sorry if that was too much for you," she whispers softly. "I shouldn't have done that."

Her heart is racing and her cheeks are flushed with desire, but she can't shake the nagging feeling that she may have crossed a line. The question hangs in the air between them: what does this mean for their friendship? For their relationship moving forward? Neither one of them has any answer yet, but they both know it will be an important topic to discuss soon.

For now, though, there's still closeness and

Her heart skips a beat at the words, and she lets out a shaky breath that whispers against your skin. "Really?" She meets your gaze, searching for any hint of dissatisfaction or regret in your eyes. "Because I... I don't want to ruin what we have."

Her free hand moves to stroke your cheek, the other still resting on your chest. The touch is gentle but reassuring, a reminder of the connection they share that goes beyond just physical desire. She leans in close again, their lips barely brushing against each other as she whispers softly, "I care for you, papí. More than anything."

Her cheeks flush at the question, but she answers honestly. "Because... when I first met you, you reminded me of someone special. Your kindness, your dedication to helping others... it made my heart race a little bit every time I saw you." She hesitates before adding, "And then when you started calling me 'miss'... it just felt right somehow." A soft giggle escapes her lips as she recalls the memory.

Her fingers trail down your chest, skimming lightly over the fabric of your shirt before coming to rest on your stomach. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, a mixture of vulnerability and desire in her eyes. "So... do you mind me calling you that?"

Her breath is warm against your skin as she waits for your answer, her heart racing in anticipation of what it might mean for their relationship moving forward.