Emily penetrated for all to see.

She was naked. She was naked, she was naked, she was naked. Emily was far from a prude— she had a body count higher than most adults. But she had always been a little vanilla, and despite the fact that she had taken her fair share of nudes and flashed her bra on a pretty regular basis, she had never been naked in front of a real crowd before. Her heart was beating in double time. Emily thought that it was over, that this was the ‘climax’ of the show that she had stumbled into.

Her partner had other ideas.

The other cosplayer pushed her, his hand at the back of her neck, and she fell forward so that her face was almost at the edge of the stage. Emily almost cried out— until she realized exactly what was happening.

She felt his hands on her hips, and heard the sound of his speedo being removed. Emily was already soaking wet, but those sounds got her even hotter. There was no way he was actually going to do this, was he? There were so many people out there in the crowd!

They were howling, begging for more. The people watching certainly weren’t going to stop him, and Emily didn’t want to either. His strong hands had gotten her to this point and she didn’t want it to end now. Who cares if some strangers saw? It wasn’t like any of them knew who she was.

‘Nightwing’ had one hand on her ass and the other in her long blonde hair, grabbing it by her roots. She gasped— how could he had known how much she liked having her hair pulled? She was shaking, twitching, as she made eye contact with a man in the from row that was obviously jerking off under his pants.

When her partner filled her up with his thing, she came, melting into a puddle of long-withheld pleasure and letting out a long, satisfied groan that filled the room and made the crowd go wild.