Stops a thief

Diana ran as fast as she could; she was so fast that everything seemed to be in slow motion to her eyes, while her body moved at the speed of a Formula 1 car. Finally, she began to slow down and turned into an alley before crashing against a wall. She was dazed for a moment, but overall she was fine.

"Okay, that should have hurt," Diana said as she got to her feet.

"Okay, let's imagine I'm in the middle of the city, completely naked, eight kilometers from my apartment," said Diana, crouching down to avoid being seen.

The mere thought of being naked makes her pussy wet and burn with pure ecstasy; the idea of ​​masturbating crosses her mind, but she manages to compose herself and shakes her head.

"This would be much easier if I didn't have to worry about getting arrested. Maybe if I run as fast as I used to, no one will see me." Diana got into a running stance, but before she could take off, she heard a cry for help.

Looking from behind the alley, she saw a man trying to steal a woman's purse.

"Help! Help!" she shouted, but no one answered.

Diana looked around—"Surely someone else can help"—but her question was answered by the silence of the street.

The man threw the woman to the ground. "Shut up, bitch, or face the consequences." He cocked the pistol and pointed it at her.

“Argh, damn it!” Diana exclaimed before running toward the thief and striking him across the street.

“Thank you,” the woman said before looking at her naked savior. “Um, t-thank you,” she said again, stunned. “You’re welcome,” Diana said, turning around before running off toward her house.