Emily could barely breathe. Her chest was flushed red and she was as wet as she had ever been. Was this really something she was so into? Apparently it was. Whether it was the crowd, or the sexy man in the speedo behind her, she didn’t know, but she was loving it.
Then she felt the other cosplayer’s strong hand on the back of her neck, and she shivered. In that moment she would have let him do anything that he wanted to her, anything at all. Her brain was a puddle of mush and hormones and she just wanted him so damn badly.
It was good that she was so single-minded my focused on pleasing him, because Emily never would have let anyone get away with what he had pulled on a normal day, not to mention what he was about to do.
The Nightwing cosplayer undid Emily’s bra in a quick swipe and pulled it away immediately. She gasped, her (admittedly fairly small) chest exposed to everyone. They had all seen her pussy already, but being entirely naked in front of them was a new shock and a new thrill.
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