Chapter 83: Indecent Exposure

As they stood there, catching their breath and savoring the afterglow of their passion, Daniel's eyes wandered to the crumpled underwear on the ground. Emma's underwear was still tangled around her ankles, a reminder of their earlier encounter. Without withdrawing from her, Daniel reached down and picked up the underwear, his movements economical and efficient. "Walk," he commanded, his voice low and husky. Emma felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized what he wanted her to do. She was still impaled on his cock, and he was telling her to walk. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the ground as she tried to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Daniel's hands moved to her hips, guiding her as she took another step, and another. Emma's breasts bounced with each step, and she felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. She was still naked from the waist down, and her underwear was clutched in Daniel's hand, dangling like a trophy. As they walked, Daniel's cock moved inside her, a gentle friction that sent shivers down her spine. Emma felt a sense of excitement build inside her, a sense of naughtiness that she couldn't ignore. She was walking, impaled on Daniel's cock, with her underwear clutched in his hand. It was indecent, and it was exhilarating. "Catwalk," Daniel commanded, his voice low and husky. Emma nodded, her eyes fixed on the ground as she tried to adjust her stride. She was walking like a cat, her hips swaying from side to side as she moved. Daniel's hands moved to her waist, guiding her as she walked, his eyes fixed on her backside. As they walked towards their house, Emma felt a sense of exposure wash over her. She was naked, and she was being displayed, like a prize to be admired. But she wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, she felt a sense of liberation, a sense of freedom that she'd never experienced before. Daniel's voice was low and husky, his words barely audible over the sound of their breathing. "You're mine," he whispered, his hands tightening around her waist. Emma nodded, her eyes fixed on the ground as she walked, her underwear clutched in Daniel's hand. She was his, completely and utterly, and she knew that he would take care of her.