Riley couldn't resist. Slowly, almost curiously, he brought a finger to it and gently teased the rim.
Diana gasped, tensing immediately.
"Nooo… not there, Ben…" she whimpered, her voice laced with embarrassment and breathless protest.
But Riley noticed it right away—every time his finger brushed her there, her pussy clenched tighter around him.
The involuntary reaction made him groan with pleasure.
It was as if her body didn't care what she was saying; it wanted more, craved more.
He didn't press inside—just circled and teased, again and again, drawing out her resistance until it melted into moans.
Her thighs quivered. Her hips bucked.
And then, just like that, she came again.
"Bennnnn!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the forest as her pussy convulsed violently around his cock.
Juices poured from her, soaking them both, her legs nearly giving out from the strength of her orgasm.
Still, Riley wasn't done.
