At once, he feels hots all over. Sensory overdrive, he wishes for more hands, an instant male Durga perhaps. He has Lisa by his palm, turning her lips, leaning her against him. Her breast yields under his arm, and he rises, pushes by instinct.
He tries to follow it, lost focus with her tongue in his mouth. He thinks of taking turns and patience when wet and warm lick at his cock; the moves new, awkward, playing. He thrust, bringing his arm tight against Lisa. She laughs, joining his other hand below. They pushed closer, mouths filled anew all around.
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