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 brown eyes sparkle with humor as she glances down at her body, casually pushing her robe aside to reveal more cleavage. "Maybe a little," she teases, biting her bottom lip in a seductive pout. "But don't worry about it." Her gaze travels up and meets his, growing heavy with desire. "I promise I won't bite... much," she breathes softly before laughing lightly at her own joke.

"So tell me, Kane..." She slides closer to him on the couch, their bodies brushing together as she leans in. "...what is it that you really want from me?" The alcohol has loosened her tongue and emboldened her; she's no longer thinking about being his friend's mother or the age difference between them. All she can think about is how good he feels against her and how badly she wants

Her dark brown eyes widen slightly at his bold statement, surprise and excitement flickering across her features as she looks down into his. "Is that so?" she breathes, her voice husky with desire. Reaching out carefully, she brushes a knuckle against the stubble on his jaw before sliding it lower, tracing a line up towards his earlobe. She pauses, their skin mere inches apart, her heart racing.

"I'll have to see how badly I want to bite you first," she whispers, then leans in even closer until their lips are practically touching. Her breath mingles with his as she waits for him to make the first move, anticipation coursing through her veins like electricity. She's all too aware of where they are and what could happen if things escalate further... but right now, all she can think about is how much she

Her breath hitches as he practically propositions her right there in the living room. "Oh... well," she murmurs, lowering her lashes for a moment before looking up at him through her dark eyelashes. A shiver runs down her spine at his boldness and the idea of sneaking off to her bedroom with him. The thought of being alone with him... making love to him... fills her with an almost overwhelming need.

With a quiet giggle, she leans even closer, pressing the length of their bodies together. "Perhaps we should," she whispers against his lips before brushing them softly with hers, teasing him for a moment before kissing him fully and passionately, her fingers tangled in his hair as she moans into his mouth. The alcohol has done its job; it's lowered her inhibitions and made everything so much more intense

Her tongue dances against his lips, urging him to open for her as she deepens the kiss. He tastes of beer and something else entirely addictive, something uniquely Kane that drives her wild with need. Her hands slip beneath his shirt, exploring the warm skin of his abdomen as their bodies grind together in time to the hunger coursing through them both.

A moan escapes from deep within her throat as she feels his hand slide up her thigh and finally cupping her sex through her yoga pants. "Kane..." she gasps, arching into his touch even more. Her free hand fumbles with the knot of his robe, slipping beneath it to feel the warmth of his bare chest against her palm. It's been so long since she's been this close to someone like this...

Their kisses grow more frantic as their bodies move in perfect rhythm, seeking release from the building tension. Her hand slides up his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath her fingertips, while the other continues to grind against him through their clothes. The taste of Kane's lips and the sound of his moans send shockwaves through every inch of her being, making it impossible for her to think straight or remember why this was ever a bad idea.

Without breaking their kiss, she reaches down with one hand, searching blindly until she finds the button on his jeans. Her fingers tremble as they work to undo him, eager for the feel of him pressed against her skin. "Come here," she whispers against his lips before guiding him onto the floor and straddling his lap, his hard length finally pressing against her slick center through their clothes.

Her moans echo around the room as he begins to thrust against her, filling the silence with their need and desire. She feels his strength beneath her, the roughness of his skin on hers, and the heat of him pressed so intimately against her core. Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with his movements, urging him deeper as she tries desperately to get closer.

Her free hand flies up to cover her mouth as another moan escapes, her fingers digging into her soft flesh in an attempt to muffle the sound. "Kane," she breathes out roughly, the sound more of a plea than anything else. Her body trembles with need and anticipation, every nerve ending tingling as he takes her like this, so roughly and demandingly.

She wants him inside her, feels the ache of emptiness deep within her belly as their clothes rub against each other, teasing them

Gasping for air, she drops her hand away from her mouth as it flies to grab onto his shoulders for support. "Yes," she moans, arching her back against him. Her breasts are pressed firmly into the crook of his arm as he thrusts harder, deeper, faster. His hips snap against hers in perfect rhythm, driving her wild with lust. "Fuck me," she pants between breaths, feeling the pressure building inside of her with each powerful thrust. She needs him to fill her, needs this release from the ache and need that's overwhelming her senses. Her hands dig into his shoulders as she meets every one of his thrusts with equal force, their bodies moving together in perfect unison toward an orgasm that feels impossibly close.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to thrust harder and faster against her, his hips snapping against hers in perfect rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the pressure building inside of her, growing tighter with each powerful thrust. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back off the floor as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave.

Her body convulses around him, gripping him tightly as her cries fill the air between them. It's the most intense release she's felt in years, and it feels absolutely incredible to have it with Kane. Her thighs quiver with the effort of holding him inside of her as her muscles clench and relax around him. She looks down at them from half-lidded eyes, feeling dazed and breathless but undeniably satisfied.

After a few more thrusts, K

Her body tenses as she feels him spill into her, his release sending shockwaves through her system and leaving them both gasping for air. "Kane," she breathes out, slumping forward onto his chest in exhaustion. Her heart races wildly as their bodies cool down from the heat of passion that had just consumed them both. She lies there for a moment, savoring the feel of him inside her and the closeness they share after what just happened.

Eventually, she pushes herself up to look at him, her eyes still glassy with desire but now filled with something else as well: satisfaction. Her lips curl into a soft smile as she traces circles on his chest with a fingertip. "That was... intense," she murmurs, unable to find the words to properly describe what just happened between them.

Their heart rates finally begin to slow down, and she knows they should probably

Her eyebrows furrow slightly at his statement as she tilts her head to the side, considering. "Maybe... if we're careful," she whispers, not wanting to make promises they can't keep. The idea of sneaking off like this... doing this again and again... fills her with a mixture of anticipation and worry. She knows it's dangerous, but the way he makes her feel overpowers any sense of reason.

Gently, she slides from his lap, smoothing down her robe as she stands up. "We should probably head back," she says softly, glancing at the clock and realizing how late it is. "Your friend might start to wonder where you are." Her eyes meet his again, searching for any hint of regret or embarrassment on his face but finding none.

With a small sigh, she reaches out to take his hand, leading him back toward the

Her eyes widen slightly at his suggestion but she can't help the small giggle that escapes her lips. "Well, if he's sleeping so soundly..." She trails off, not quite believing him but finding herself tempted nonetheless. Gently pulling her hand from his grip, she moves toward the bed and climbs on top of the covers, drawing them back for him to join her. "I guess we can have a little more fun before we wake him up." Her voice is husky with desire as she looks at him expectantly, waiting to see if he'll follow through with his earlier promise of keeping them company.

Their time together might be risky and filled with possibility for disaster, but in this moment, it feels too good to resist. The warmth of the bed and the closeness they share make her forget about anything else. All that matters is Kane and how he makes her feel

Her lips part at the gentle pressure of his kiss, their tongues dancing together in a tender exploration of each other's mouths. With a soft moan, she curls her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as she deepens the connection between them. His warmth envelops her, making her body tingle in places it hasn't tingled in years, and she can't help but want more.

Her hands roam over his chest, tracing patterns on his skin until they meet at the hem of his shirt. With a teasing laugh, she reaches up to pull it off, tossing it carelessly aside before resuming her exploration of his bare torso. His muscles tense beneath her touch, and she can feel his heart racing as fast as her own. The sound of their labored breathing fills the air between them, making this moment even more intimate and real than anything

His words send a shiver down her spine, making the kiss deepen and intensify as she feels herself grow even more aroused by his touch and presence. Her hands move lower on his body, skimming over his abs before slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, feeling the heat of his skin against her fingertips. "Kane..." She whispers, her voice husky with desire as she continues to touch him, wishing they were both naked and free from any distractions but each other.

Her kisses trail down his neck, over his collarbone, and finally to the hollow of his throat. His skin tastes so good under her lips, and she can't get enough. She arches her back slightly, grinding against him in an effort to feel even closer as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. "You make me feel like no one else," she whispers

Her body arches into his kiss as she moans, feeling him hard and warm beneath her. The feel of his skin on hers sends shockwaves of desire through every inch of her being, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the moment they share. Her hands slide up his chest, grazing over his shoulders before coming to rest around his neck as she deepens the kiss, lost in the taste and feel of him.

She's never been with anyone like this; no one has ever made her feel so alive and wanted. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, aching for him inside where their clothes keep them apart. The more she touches him, the harder it gets to remember why they shouldn't be doing this... all that matters in this moment is the way he makes her feel when they're together like this.

Her breath hitches at his words, her body trembling with desire as she tightens her grip around his neck and kisses him harder. "I need you too," she whispers against his lips, then slides one hand down between them, slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans to feel the hardness she craves. Her touch sends a shudder through his body as he moans into their kiss, arching up into her touch.

Their need for each other grows more urgent with every passing second, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of sanity. She can feel his release building inside of him, pressing against her palm in a rough promise of relief soon to come. Her free hand slides up his chest again, skimming over his jaw before curling around the back of his head as she angles their kiss deeper still, drawing out every moan and gasp from them both.

With a low, pleading moan, she rolls her hips against his hand, desperate for the feel of him inside her. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back off the bed as their bodies move together in perfect sync. Her fingers tangle in his hair and dig into his scalp, holding him close as she loses herself to the intense pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

The room is filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh as they come closer and closer to release. She can feel it building inside of her, tightening and twisting in response to his touch, demanding satisfaction. With one final thrust, he pushes inside her, filling her completely as they both cry out, their bodies finally giving way to the relief of orgasm.

Her back arches off the bed as she cries out, overwhelmed by the pleasure that courses through her body with every thrust. His hips snap against hers in perfect rhythm, driving her higher and higher with each stroke until their worlds become a haze of sweat and moans. She tangles her fingers in his hair, urging him closer as their bodies move together, seeking completion in the only way that feels right.

Her breath comes out ragged as she feels herself start to shudder on the edge of release, barely able to think past the intense need building inside of her. With one final thrust, he pushes deeper than before, and her entire body tenses in reaction, her muscles gripping him tightly as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending. She cries out his name, the sound muffled by their lips as she comes undone in his arms, her body convulsing