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.

"Oh, he's not home right now," Diana said teasingly as she moved closer to the shower door, grinding her naked body against it. "In fact, I told him I was going out for a while... to spend time with someone special." She let out a low moan, clearly enjoying their voyeuristic encounter. "Don't you think that sounds nice, User#1721974797068? Getting rid of my husband so we can have some quality time together?" Her breasts swayed hypnotically with her movements as she turned around to face him fully, her hands running up and down her body in a seductive dance. Her eyes never leaving his face, Diana licked her lips slowly, daring him to make the next move.

"Ooh," she moaned, her breath catching as his strong hands gripped her firm ass and his lips trailed hot kisses along her neck. "I like it when you're rough with me." Diana reached up to grab the edge of the shower curtain and slowly pulls it back, revealing more of their bodies to each other. Her full breasts bobbed free from the water as she leaned forward, offering them to him. "Don't hold back," she whispered in his ear, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you to make me feel everything." With a grin of wicked delight, Diana wrapped her legs around User#1721974797068's waist and pulled him even closer, arching her back as she pressed her aching body against his.

Diana's back arches further as he thrusts into her with brutal force, his touch setting her body ablaze with desire. She grips onto his shoulders tightly, nails digging in as her orgasm builds to an explosive peak. "Yes!" she cries out, feeling him pound her against the cool tile of the shower wall. His rough hands on her breasts send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but this intense sensation. Her head falls back, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath between moans and gasps. "Oh fuck, User#1721974797068," she pants, her body trembling with need. "You feel so good."

She digs her nails into his shoulders harder, urging him to keep going, to show her more of

"I..." Diana gasps, her chest still heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. "Prove what?" Her eyes widen, confusion etched onto her features. But then, the words register in her mind and understanding dawns. Desperate for him to continue, for this moment of passion to last, she nods vigorously, tears of lust gathering in the corners of her eyes. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Please."

Her gaze locks onto his as he begins moving slowly again, and a flush of heat spreads across her cheeks. Her fingers dig deeper into his shoulders, her nails drawing tiny lines of blood, as if marking him as hers. "Please," she whispers again, more urgently this time. "I want it." Her hips begin to move with his, matching his pace and building the rhythm between them. With every thrust inside her, Diana feels herself falling deeper under his spell, losing herself in the fierce desire that burns hot between them. She moans and gasps, feeling tears of ecstasy roll down her cheeks as she gives herself over to this moment, trusting him to take her where he will.

Her vision blurs as her head slams against the tile wall, her body arching into his with every powerful thrust. "Oh God," she moans, her words punctuated by sharp gasps for air. Her fingers clench and unclench, digging deeper into his shoulders as she tries to find purchase in this vortex of pleasure and pain. As he speaks the question, she can't help but reply with a low whimper: "Yours." Her body trembles on the brink of release, needing him to push her over that edge. She writhes beneath his touch, her nails drawing blood as they scrape against his skin in time with their bodies. With one final thrust, she cries out his name, her orgasm cresting and washing over her in a wave of blissful heat. Her muscles clench around him, her pussy squeezing tightly

Her limbs go slack as her body pulses with the force of his orgasm, still trembling with the aftershocks of her own release. His warm lips press against hers, and she opens them, letting him taste her as their tongues dance in a wet, sensual dance. Beneath her fingertips, she can feel the warmth of his blood seeping from her skin, another reminder of just how close they've become in this intimate moment. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she stares into his eyes, the adrenaline and lust still coursing through her veins. "You..." she pants, "...you should stay." She smiles seductively up at him, her voice soft with desire. "We could play some more before you go home to your wife."

With a naughty grin on her face, Diana complies, straddling his mouth as he eagerly laps at her wet folds with his tongue. Her fingers curl into the sheets below, digging in as she focuses on the sensations rolling through her body. "Oh fuck," she moans, arching her back and throwing her head back in ecstasy as he expertly brings her closer to another orgasm. Meanwhile, her other hand reaches between them, wrapping around his hard length and stroking him in time with the movements of her hips. "You feel so good," she pants, eyes closed tightly as her cheeks flush a deep shade of red from embarrassment and arousal.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps, body tensing as another wave of pleasure washes over her. She trembles violently, her cries of ecstasy muffled against the

Her moans grow louder as he pushes her head down, his tongue teasing her clit relentlessly while his fingers stroke her in a perfectly rhythmic motion. With a sharp cry of ecstasy, she comes, her body convulsing violently around him. Her muscles relax momentarily before tensing again as another wave of pleasure washes over her, almost sending her right back to the edge. With shaking hands, she reaches down and strokes him faster, intent on bringing them both to completion. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensations cascading through her body. "I'm close..." Her words are breathless and heavy with desire as she nears the brink once more.

Her eyes fly open wide in surprise as he pushes her head down, his thick length sliding smoothly into her mouth. She obeys instantly, taking more of him deep inside, struggling to breathe around him as he expertly brings her to the brink once again. With shaking hands, she reaches between them and strokes him faster, feeling the hot head of his cock press against the back of her throat with every thrust. Her body trembles violently, muscles tense and aching for release as she edges closer to orgasm, the pleasure building inside her in a relentless wave of need and desire. "Oh God!" she cries out hoarsely, Arching her back as her hips buck and thrust against his face in time with each stroke of his hand on her pussy. "I'm going to cum!" Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, shudder

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he keeps her head down, his thick cock filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallows eagerly, moaning around him as she tastes their shared ecstasy. Her hands move to grip the sheets beneath her, digging in as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. With a satisfied groan, he releases her head and pulls out of her mouth, watching with hooded eyes as she lies panting on the bed beside him. "That," Diana whispers hoarsely, still trying to catch her breath, "was amazing." Her cheeks flush dark red as she thinks about how close they just were, and how much more they could explore if only he were hers. She glances at the clock on the nightstand, remembering that it's nearly 3 in the morning, and realization dawns: Desmond is going to

Ah...well, you know where to find me if I ever need it again. You're an amazing lover, and I don't think my husband could ever compare. I hope he appreciates how lucky he is to have such a wonderful wife like you.

She smiles to herself as she watches the video, her fingers automatically moving to touch herself in response. "Oh, you," she whispers, her voice filled with desire and longing. It's clear that he's not lying when he says he can't stop thinking about her. This gives her hope; maybe there's still a chance for them after all.

With renewed determination, she texts him back: "I wish I could be the one to make you feel like that." Her fingers tremble slightly as she types out the rest of the message: "Maybe next time we can..." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of what they might do if given another opportunity together.

She sends the message, then sits back and waits impatiently for his reply.

Her cheeks flush as she watches the video on her phone, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of how good he feels when he touches himself like that. Diana can't help but reply with a flirty message: "Wow...just wow. You look incredible. It makes me want to be there, helping you out." Her heart races as she hits send, wondering if this is pushing things too far. But then again, she's never been one to shy away from what she wants...and what she wants is User#1721974797068.

She stares at the phone in anticipation, hoping for another response from him soon. It's clear that they have a connection; now it's just a matter of seeing where it leads them next.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she reads his message. Three whole hours alone with him... the possibilities are endless. With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, Diana types out a quick reply: "I'd love to help you out. Should I come over now?" She hits send before she can even consider what this might mean for her marriage or her relationship with her neighbor. Right now, all that matters is the thrill of possibility that's coursing through her veins.

"Well, I couldn't possibly let you do that all by yourself," she teases with a smile before quickly gathering her things and hurrying over to his place. Her heart races as she knocks on the door, already envisioning how this afternoon could unfold. She can't help but wonder if they might push their luck even further...the possibilities are endless once they step across that line.

The door swings open revealing a shirtless User#1721974797068, clearly aroused and eager for her company. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of his bare chest and exposed erection. "You look delicious," she whispers, moving closer to run her hands up his chest, feeling his hard flesh beneath her fingertips.

She smiles seductively up at him before taking his erection in her hand and guiding it towards her mouth. Her lips part as she takes the head between her teeth, teasing and sucking gently while she begins stroking him with long, expert movements of her tongue. As he groans in pleasure, Diana wraps her other hand around his base, squeezing firmly as she works to bring him closer to orgasm.

Meanwhile, her own desire builds unbearably, and she longs for the feel of him inside her. She positions herself on her knees in front of him, reaching behind to guide his erection towards her wet folds. With a moan, she impales herself on his cock, taking every inch as he fills her completely. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, digging into the mattress as she feels the full weight of him inside her

Her eyes flutter closed as he thrusts deeper into her, the sensation so intense it's almost painful in the best way possible. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back and pressing herself closer against his hand, wanting more of that sweet pressure on her clit. With every stroke, he drives them both closer to orgasm, their bodies moving as one in a fierce dance of desire and need.

Her hips buck and thrust against his, urging him on as she nears the edge of release. "Fuck me," she begs, her voice raw with lust. "Make me come unglued for you." His name echoes through the room as she feels her orgasm building, pulsing through every inch of her body, demanding to be set free.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and faster inside her, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. With each stroke of his thick cock, she feels herself losing control, sliding closer and closer towards the edge. "Oh God!" She cries out, arching her back off the mattress as she finally explodes in a shuddering orgasm that seems to last forever.

Her muscles quiver and spasm around him, milk white liquid coating his length as he groans deeply and finally releases himself into her, pulsing hotly deep inside. They collapse together on the bed, breath coming in ragged gasps as their bodies recover from the intense sensations that have just consumed them. For a long moment, they stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, trying to catch their breath and regain their bearings.

"Wow," Diana whispers, her

Her body still tingling with pleasure from their previous encounter, she wraps her legs around him and leans forward, taking his cock deeper inside her with a moan of desire. The feel of him thrusting steadily up into her feels amazing, and she can't help but rock her hips back and forth in response, meeting his movements with her own.

Her breath comes out in quick pants as she gazes down at him, their eyes locked together in a heated exchange. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more, the need for release building inside her. "Fuck," she whispers, reaching between them to stroke him roughly, matching the rhythm of her hand with his hips. "Please..." She arches her back, pressing herself even harder against him as he pushes her ever closer to ecstasy.