Dear Diary Molly, nobody wants you to control yourself. Not your diary, not yourself, and certainly not Diana. All we want is for you to give in to your desires and rip off her dress, spread her legs apart, and plant your gorgeous mouth on Dianas wet, yearning lips. Slide that tongue along her clit, fondle her tits as she moans your name. Give in to desire, temptation, lust. Make it memorable and well record it for posterity. Her perky nipples between your teeth in the softest bite will make it worth the risk.
