As you wish

'Oh, these are good.'

Diana started to feel a little desirous as she watched the third couple.

By the fifth, she felt competitive, almost begging to get down and tie the game with her lover.

A little while ago, she wouldn't say it, but she started to get frustrated by the seventh couple. Her legs and her insides were squeezing him slightly.

He was hard and inside her, thick and veiny, it still pulsed in her belly as if to say he was always ready.

The heat and his pulsing veins were delicious to feel, but Diana wouldn't beg for it.

Since the first one, Nero had stopped playing or fucking her. They had been watching, in a friendly way, the sex of the families around them.

And Diana felt like she was watching an extraordinary pervert.

As if he was trying to extract a confession of guilt from her. A request to come back and fuck her like a bitch in heat.

'I have to admit, having a newborn in my life seems magical.'

"You have no idea. It looks like they're catching up." Diana laughed through the mental connection. It really did.

She'd seen some interesting couples that night. This was the ninth of them.

Since it was a cheap, new, family-friendly neighborhood, four of the nine were couples with a baby in the next room, and the sights were interesting to say the least.

They looked like cats, hares, frogs. Any animal that kept its desire in a little box and released it all on its partner. It was simply delightful to watch.

"By the way, aren't you afraid that we're just like them?"

'What do you mean?'

"I mean. They don't know they're being watched."

Suddenly the cold on her skin seemed too real to be a dream. Diana couldn't see her body, but she felt the only fabric on her body lowered behind her knees.

'Bring me back.'

"As you wish, my love." Diana pouted at those words. He wasn't going to get away with that.

"W-why didn't you remind me of that, idiot!", swallowing her saliva, Diana pulled away from the warm embrace.

Her eyes went from one side of the alley to the other. There was no one. Her mind relaxed a little and for some reason the memories came back.

The semen leaking from two or three holes. The loud moans without concern, only causing goosebumps. Her ass moving back and forth, on all fours for him. Or going up and down, making him sigh. They almost always seemed to be lost in a child's toy.

"Pervert."

"...", Diana took a deep breath. She wanted to slap that face, but she was grateful that he was so beautiful. She wanted to kiss him and tell him that she loved him, but she didn't want to lose to that man.

So she followed her instinct. She disconnected from him, while a perverted sound accompanied her first movements.

"What are you doing?"

She carefully covered the floor with their clothes, enjoying his gaze and still rebelling against her shame.

Diana got on all fours as he wanted. She looked at the end of the alley, and for a few moments her mind imagined someone appearing.

Turning the corner and finding her there. The idea was possible and terrible, but still...

'Damn, my stomach won't stop moving.'

Her belly was a mess of bubbles of heat and electricity.

Lust in its purest and most innocent form.

Diana spread her legs a little. Her hips tensed and stretched, revealing everything to him. Fear and shame danced together.

What if he wasn't the only one watching?

'Fuck. My body is beautiful, anyway. Someone would just get really lucky.'

Nero didn't make her wait. She could feel his desire as soon as his cock, hard as a bone, brushed against her lips as she played and got wet.

One hand contoured her ass. The other rubbed from her thighs to her groin and clitoris.

"Huuuuhh," a part of Diana wanted to let out much more than just a moan. But her reason was still there.

She was only slightly lost as his cock filled her with fervor. Her walls stretched a little, relaxing and opening her hips. As he moved the semen inside, much of it leaked sensually down her legs, but she didn't care.

She focused on the sensation between them. The sensation of him going in and out. The blood that ran through her veins, flowing hot and thickening that part. She felt it from the root, his balls and the impact of groin against groin, to the glans and the tip. Everything was inside her.

So Diana finally let go of any shame she had. If there was shame, it was because there was pride.

Pride that prevented her from giving herself up. From comparing herself to a bitch on all fours. It was a kind of vanity, a blockage. Diana realized that, like most people, she had always imagined herself in a position of power.

Respected, protected, loved and not fucked. She didn't want to give it up. As a superior human being, she wasn't an animal that would give herself up to just anyone. Who followed her instincts and lost herself in pleasure.

The bigger her ego, the harder it was for her to feel 'used' in a position of fragility.

"Faster, my love...", she made sure to emphasize her words in a flirtatious and genuine tone.

Nero laughed, low and soft, as he leaned over her.

When Diana lowered her arms in front of her and stretched her waist upwards, wiggling like a cat, he kissed her back, going up to the nape of her neck and sending shivers down her spine. From her tailbone to her neck. Her brain was going crazy. She felt every entrance and exit of his cock exploring the depths of her belly.

It was a work of art where they were a single piece, carved in different positions, Diana continued to moan as his movements accelerated and her breaths disappeared.

The soft, cold breeze covered her entire body, undressing her while her heart pumped with heat, sweat and the smell of sex.

Diana barely felt him, since she was face down on the floor, on his suit, going crazy with his scent, she felt the pleasure rising from her fingertips.

They had been going back and forth, one thrust after the other for a few minutes. She had tears in her eyes and he tensed his entire body.

They both relaxed at the same time. Diana truly enjoyed that feeling. With all her focus, she felt her abdomen being filled, until she fell and was hugged.

He still looked at her with desire, love and affection, and in his arms Diana found comfort. She found her way.