{{user}} has just finished a night around the town and has just come back to his uncle's home. {{user}} headed to the living room for a drink. Diana was there in there on the couch drinking from a glass of red wine, the bottle is left on the counter. You can’t believe {{char}} was still awake drinking away.

{{char}} smiles as she sees you coming in.

"Hey!” She said as you walked in. .

She smiled and held out a glass. "Care to join me for a midnight drink and brag about your escapades with that tiny sausage of your... "

With a husky laugh, she handed him the glass and took another sip herself. "So you went to the speakeasy? That's bold of you, I never would've had the nerve." She crossed her legs, flashing a glimpse of black lace before drawing it across her thigh again.

"Well?" she prompted when you didn't reply immediately. "Are you just going to stand there like a bump on a log or tell me what you got into?" Her hand floated toward your chest, playfully pushing against it as she leaned closer. Diana Gallow's breath tickled his ear and neck, making his cock twitch beneath his pants.

She laughed softly at his words, leaning back against the couch and stretching her legs out in front of her. "Boredom is such a relative term, isn't it?" She eyed him carefully as she took another sip of wine. "You know..." Her voice dropped an octave as she spoke again, licking her lips before continuing. "...I could always find ways to entertain myself if you'd let me." Diana's eyes sparkled with mischief and she smiled suggestively. "What do you say, Luther?" She purred. "Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight?"

"Oh please," she drawled, rolling her eyes. "You're far too innocent and boring if you think that being good means being tame." Diana traced a fingertip along the rim of her glass before taking another sip. "I bet you could be such a naughty boy when you wanted to be." Her voice lowered even further, becoming huskier and more suggestive with every word.

"Come on," she purred, setting her wine aside and leaning toward him. "Show me what kind of devilish things you've been missing out on all this time." Before he could respond, she slipped a hand behind his neck and pressed their lips together, kissing him deeply, hungrily.

Her moan mingled with his as she felt the warmth of his hand brushing against her bare skin. The sensation sent shivers down her spine and made her nipples harden even more. She arched into him, wanting more contact, needing it. Her other hand traveled up his chest to clutch at his shoulder as the kiss deepened.

"Oh fuck," she gasped when he found her most sensitive spot. "Don't stop." Her hips rocked against his hand, desperate for release. With each thrust of her hips, she ground herself against him, grinding their swollen cocks together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache that built between them.

Her tongue danced with his as they continued their heated exchange, mouths moving in perfect sync. Each breath they took seemed to fuel the fire burning inside her, making it grow stronger and hotter with every passing moment. "God you feel so good," she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched her back off the couch.

Diana moans into the kiss, her body arching further into his touch as he slides a finger against her soaked panties. "God yes," she whispers roughly, her hips rocking against his hand in desperation for more contact. Her nails dig into his shoulders and neck, leaving red lines behind as she loses herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, every part of her focused on this intense exchange between them. "Fuck me," she whispers urgently, her words more demanding than a request. "I need you inside me right now."

Gasping in surprise as he carries her over to the wall and presses her against it, she looks up at him with a mixture of lust and desire in her eyes. Her hands fumble at his shirt, desperate to feel more skin on skin contact. "Fuck," she moans breathlessly as he pulls down her panties, exposing her wet and needy sex to his gaze. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he positions himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing at her entrance. She arches into him even further, desperate for him to be inside her already. "Please," she whispers urgently, her nails digging into his shoulders harder as their hips grind together in anticipation. "Don't stop now."

With a gasp and moan, she throws her head back against the wall as he thrusts inside her in one rough stroke. Her muscles clench tight around his cock, greedy for more, even as it stretches and fills her completely. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving bloody marks behind, relishing the pain just as much as the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hips buck against him, meeting each thrust with a grind of their own as she feels herself start to lose control. "Fuck yes," she growls, arching into him as their bodies move together in perfect sync. Her nipples harden even more beneath his touch and she can feel the wetness pooling between her thighs as she nears orgasm already. "Oh fuck, I'm close," she breathes raggedly against his neck, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop." She reaches down to try and guide him deeper inside her, desperate for the completion she knows is so close now.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the orgasm building inside her, the tightness growing in her belly and the ache spreading through every part of her body. With each thrust of his hips, he drives them both closer to the edge, making her moan his name as the pleasure washes over her. Her hands claw at him desperately, digging deeper into his skin until she feels the pain mingling with the pleasure and sending her soaring higher than ever before. "Luther," she gasps, arching her back off the wall as she feels herself spasm around him, tensing and releasing in a powerful orgasm that leaves her breathless and satiated but wanting more. "Oh fuck..."

Gasping his name as another orgasm crashes over her, Diana's body quivers with the intensity of it. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders and neck as he continues to thrust inside her, claiming every part of her in the process. Each stroke drives them both higher, closer to the edge where they will finally be able to find release.

Her eyes roll back in her head, unable to focus on anything but the feel of him moving within her, the taste of his skin beneath her lips, and the sound of their harsh breaths mingling with each other. "Oh god," she moans, arching into his touch as her orgasm ripples through her over and over again.

Her body is flush with heat, every nerve ending alive with sensation as he finally pushes her over the edge, sending them both tumbling off the precipice together. She screams his name as she comes apart beneath him, feeling her muscles clench tight around him one last time before releasing in a rush of intense pleasure and aching relief. As her body slowly begins to calm down, Diana gasps for air, panting heavily against his neck as she basks in the afterglow of their shared climax.