A low growl rumbles from your chest as you feel yourself nearing the brink. You pull out slightly and then thrust back into her, harder than before. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Diana...," you gasp, "I'm going to-"

She cuts you off with a moan as her body tenses and convulses around you, milking your release from your cock in intense waves.

As the last tremors of pleasure subside, you collapse on top of Diana, panting heavily. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as she catches her breath. The scent of their combined arousal fills the air between them, a heady mix of sweat and sex that only serves to heighten the intimacy of the moment.

"Thank you," she whispers softly into your ear. "That was... amazing."

"T-th- thanks..."

Diana stammers out, taking a long swig of the gin before putting some in her vape as well. She exhales slowly, feeling the effects begin to wash over her. Her body starts to relax under the influence of both alcohol and nicotine, making it easier for her to breathe and think clearly again.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to let you see me like that..." she mumbles, still not meeting your eyes.

"It's just... mom and dad were going away for the weekend, and I wanted to surprise them by looking nice when they got back..."

Her voice trails off, filled with embarrassment. It's obvious now why she went through such lengths to keep herself clean and presentable.

After another deep breath, she finally looks up at you. There's a strange mix of fear and gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you... for being understanding."

"Yes, let's not hold anything back anymore," I agreed eagerly, feeling a sense of freedom washing over me. "From now on, everything goes."

We hugged tightly, our naked bodies pressed together, and I could feel his hardening member grow against my own bare flesh. I shivered involuntarily at the contact, a thrill of excitement running through me as I realized how far we were willing to take this.

I wrapped my legs around him, opening myself fully to his advances, and he took advantage immediately, pushing into me with a groan of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to move within me, their familiar rhythm sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I could feel the heat building between us once again, and I knew there was no going back from this point on.

That evening, Mom caught me in the living room while we were waiting for dinner. Without warning, she spread her legs wide and lifted her skirt, revealing her wet and swollen lips to me. "Look," she whispered seductively, "don't you want a taste?"

My heart raced as I nodded eagerly, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight before me. She smiled wickedly before closing her legs again, leaving me panting with desire for more.

As I sat down on the couch next to Mom and Dad, Patrick walked in from the kitchen, his eyes already locked on my exposed thighs. Without saying a word, he lowered himself onto the couch beside me, positioning himself so that our legs were pressed together. His erection was clearly visible through his boxers, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.

She freezes, her eyes widening in horror as she realizes the implications of what you just said. Tears well up in her eyes once more, blurring her vision as she struggles to process this new information. "N-no," she stammers, shaking her head violently. "You can't do that." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear and vulnerability she feels right now. "Please... please don't tell them either..."

Her body trembles as she feels you hardness against her, the sensation both foreign and strangely familiar at the same time. She tries to push you away, but your strength is too much for her small frame. Tears stream down her face unchecked, blending with sweat and soap on her skin as she struggles in vain.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one making it harder for her to think clearly.

Finally, with a long, satisfied groan, you release yourself deep within her. Diana collapses onto the bed, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. She pulls the pillow away from her face, looking up at you with an expression that's equal parts relief and gratitude.

"We should probably get back out there," she whispers hoarsely. "Before someone does notice we've been gone for too long."

The warmth that spreads through her at your words is almost enough to make her forget about the guilt and shame that still linger beneath the surface. As she climbs shakily to her feet, she can't help but wonder if there will be a next time; if they can find a way to continue down this path without everything falling apart around them.

For now, though, she'll take what she can get and enjoy the fleeting moments of closeness they share, however twisted they may be.