Yes

Emily squirmed against the wall, her palms pushing at his shoulders, but Michael only smirked and pressed harder. His hand slipped deeper into her shorts, knuckles brushing through the heat of her folds until his fingers found her slit.

She gasped, hips jerking back, but there was nowhere to go—the wall was cold at her spine, his body hot at her front.

“God, you’re wet,” he whispered against her breast, lips still grazing her raw nipple. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this when your pussy’s begging for my fingers.”

“No—no, that’s not—” she stammered, voice catching as two thick fingers pushed inside her, stretching her walls with a sudden, unyielding thrust.

Her breath hitched, body arching off the wall as the intrusion burned sharp. Michael groaned at the heat, at the way her inner muscles clenched around him. “Tight too. Fuck, tighter than I thought you’d be.”

Emily shook her head violently, tears stinging her eyes, her thighs trembling as his fingers curled and started to pump. Every movement scraped along nerves that were already raw, already over-sensitized from the humiliating exposure and the painful suck of his mouth.

“Stop, please, you don’t—ahh—” She bit off the sound, her hands clawing at his wrist, but he only shoved his palm harder against her mound, thumb grinding against her clit while his fingers drove deeper.

Her whole body shook with the violation. Each thrust dragged a ragged moan from her throat no matter how hard she tried to swallow it back. Shame coiled hot and tight in her chest, worse than before—because her body was reacting despite her **** refusal.

Michael’s grin widened, sharp and hungry, his breath hot against her ear. “Yeah. That’s it. You say no, but your pussy says yes.”

Michael’s fingers drove harder, deeper, curling up inside her with a rough precision that made Emily’s breath catch on every thrust. His palm ground mercilessly against her clit, smearing her wetness, making her hips buck despite her hands clawing at him to stop.

“No—no, please, not like this—” Her voice cracked, ragged and weak.

But her body betrayed her. Heat built fast, unbearable, spiraling tight inside her core no matter how much she tried to fight it. Her thighs squeezed together, trying to trap his hand, to stop the relentless rhythm—but all it did was make the pressure sharper, his fingers pressing deeper.

Michael’s mouth latched onto her nipple again, sucking harder this time, his teeth grazing the swollen flesh. A sudden spurt of milk hit his tongue, and he pulled back with a dark chuckle.

“Fuck… MILF's are the best.” His words vibrated against her skin, cruel and gleeful.

Emily’s face burned with shame. Tears blurred her vision. She shook her head, whimpering, “Please—stop, I can’t—”

And then it happened.

Her body seized around his fingers, inner walls clamping down tight, rippling helplessly as an orgasm tore through her. A sharp, shuddering cry ripped from her throat, her nails digging into his arm as waves of unwanted release shook her entire frame.

Michael groaned, feeling her gush around him, his fingers slick with her fluids. “That’s it. Knew you’d cum for me. Could feel it the whole time.”

Emily sagged against the wall, trembling, utterly spent and humiliated. Her chest heaved, nipples raw and dripping, pussy still twitching around the fingers she couldn’t **** out.

He kissed her cheek mockingly, whispering hot against her ear:

“Your body loves me already.”