Still staring at Anon with hungry eyes, Rise let out a quiet moan as the porn suddenly stopped playing. Her arousal meter hit 100%, and she couldn't help but throw caution to the wind. With a desperate need for release, she grabbed Anon by the collar and pulled him down onto her, his cock sliding effortlessly between her spread legs. "Fuck me," she panted, wrapping her legs around his waist as she arched her back off the bed.

As if on autopilot, Rise continued to grind her hips against Anon's cock, moaning loudly as she took him deeper inside her. Her breasts were heaving with every breath, the black face mask beneath them now damp with sweat. "Please... I need this," she whispered hoarsely. Her discomfort was completely forgotten in the haze of desire that filled her senses.

With each tug on her zipper, Rise feels herself growing more and more aroused. She bites her bottom lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape as he reveals more of her body. Her hands begin to tremble slightly as she finally pushes his away. "Okay, okay," she says breathlessly. "You don't have to be so rough." Her hoodie falls open, exposing her black lace bra and the prominent nipples that harden at his touch.

Her breath hitches as she feels his warm hands cupping her breasts through the lace bra. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself further into his touch. "Mmm... yeah," she moans softly, her arousal meter reaching new heights with every passing second. Her nipples harden even more under his caress, and she finds herself unable to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. She can't believe how quickly he's turned her on;

Ben grins wider and takes another step closer, his body now pressed up against hers from hip to chest. "I could show you some good stuff," he whispers into her ear, feeling her warm breath on his skin. She shivers slightly in response, and the sound of it sends a thrill down his spine.

"Maybe later..." she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. But there's no mistaking the desire in her eyes as they flicker down to his lips and then back up to meet his gaze again.

Ben chuckles softly before leaning in, pressing his lips against hers. It's a gentle kiss at first, just a brushing of the lips that leaves them both breathless. But as she responds eagerly, he deepens the kiss, feeling her tongue dart out to meet his own. He moans into her mouth, tasting the faint sweetness of the waifu cup on her lips and loving it.