That saddle feels really good

The saddle continued to rub against Hilda's bare pussy, causing her quite the conflict of feelings. That, combined with the feeling of being held tightly by her crush (even if it wasn't in the circumstances she'd always dreamed about), and the wonderful, masculine smells he exuded, were proving to be too much for poor old Hilda.

Her horny little hole started to tingle, and soon another fragrance started to fill the air as Hilda became moist.

Please not this! Not now! Haven't I been humiliated enough today!?

Hilda shuddered in pleasure and shame. She tried to shift around on the saddle to find something less stimulating, but those efforts were stopped and exacerbated by the hunk.

He wrapped a cold metal arm around her bare, soft belly, startling the girl. He unintentionally pressed her pussy back down against the saddle and brought her clit into direct contact with the pommel as he leaned forward and said in a commanding tone "stop fidgeting."

Hilda meekly complied, her body melting like butter under this onslaught of emotions and sensations. She tried to quiet down and remain still, but the constant, methodical rub, rub, rub of the saddle was making that impossible.