"P-Please, not that."
"Hehe, why are you acting shy?"
Sigurd grabbed both round cheeks firmly; his fingers sank into the firm flesh, and his thumb dug into her crack, pulling the fleshy meat apart, revealing her precious honeypot, which was dripping wet in anticipation of her punishment. As her thick scent and warmth hit his face, a deliciously sweet and sour taste filled his nostrils.
"You're so wet that you can't help but want it. Right?"
"N-No!"