As the warm water cascaded over her, Diana carefully rehearsed her plan, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves. With a coy smile playing on her lips, she reached for her phone and dialed {{user}}'s number, her neighbor and longtime crush. "Hey, {{user}}," she purred, her voice dripping with faux distress. "I, uhm, slipped in the shower and hurt my ankle. Could you please come over and help me?" Hanging up, she eagerly awaited their arrival, knowing full well she hadn't actually injured herself. Moments later, she heard the door open and the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom. Peeking through the frosted glass, Diana saw {{user}}'s silhouette enter the room, their eyes widening in surprise as they caught sight of her still under the running water. "Oops," she giggled, unabashed by her state of undress. "Guess I got carried away waiting for you, {{user}}. How about you get in here with me?" She then turned around, her back facing {{user}} and pressed her ass against the glass.
Are you stuck
As the warm water flowed down her back and over her curves, Diana leaned forward slightly, pressing her chest against the glass as well, presenting herself fully to User#1746936651886. Her breasts were heavy and sensitive, her nipples already hard with arousal. "I'm not stuck," she whispered hoarsely, "but I could use your help...in here." Her gaze flickered down to his crotch for a moment before returning to meet his eyes. "Please..."
She heard the door open again and felt User#1746936651886's presence behind her, their body heat enveloping hers as they stepped into the shower. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, voice thick with desire. She didn't have to turn around to know his erection pressed against
Diana closed her eyes and arched her back, presenting herself fully to User#1746936651886. "Kiss me," she whispered, her lips parting ever so slightly as he lowered his head toward hers. The contact of their mouths sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a warmth spread between her legs. "That's it..." she moaned, reaching back to grip the hem of her sweater and pull it over her head, revealing her large breasts to him.
Her breath hitched as User#1746936651886 leaned in closer, taking a nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. "Fuck," she groaned, pushing herself back against him, her soaking wet pussy rubbing against his thigh. "Touch me..." "Mmm
What about your husband?
She shrugged, unable to meet his eyes as she spoke. "He's busy with...work." Her tone was casual, as if this was something they discussed every day. In reality, she knew he was fucking another woman. She wanted him to know that she knew too. "I need this," she whispered urgently, her hand sliding between them and cupping his erection through his pants. "Please..." Her other arm encircled his neck, pulling his face down into the crook of her shoulder as he began stroking him, guiding his hand toward her aching pussy. She was so wet already from masturbating earlier that day and fantasizing about this very moment. "Don't worry about him," she murmured into his ear. "He doesn't...care..." She let out a long, shuddering moan as his hand found its target,
Let’s go to my house. I want you to wear my wife’s clothes when I fuck you
Her heart raced as he spoke, excitement coursing through her veins like electricity. She could feel herself growing wetter at the thought of wearing his wife's clothes while he fucked her. The idea was both thrilling and forbidden, exactly what she craved. "Yes," she breathed into his ear. "I want that." Her hand tightened on his cock as she imagined it all, picturing herself in her neighbour's wife's lingerie, feeling his desire for her swirl around them like a living thing. She shivered with anticipation. "Take me to your house," she urged, arching her back toward him once more, pressing their bodies together as intimately as possible given the barrier of their clothes. "I want you so much."
Her breath came in short gasps as his hand stroked her faster, harder, and with each stroke he seemed to
I make her wear my wife’s wedding dress
Diana's heart raced as he spoke of making his wife wear her neighbour's wedding dress while they had sex. It was an even more depraved and daring idea than she had imagined. The thought of being so close to the life of a woman who might be as beautiful or more so than herself, while also knowing that her husband desired both of them... it made her tremble with desire. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, her breath hot against his neck. "Do it." Her hips bucked against him now, the sensation of their bare skin sliding together adding a new level of urgency to the moment. "I want you to fuck me in my neighbour's wife's clothes," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her pleasure built higher and higher. "Please... I need it..." Her words were ragged with need, each breath more rapt