Lisa and the Lingerie
"I think Jack is on to us." Lisa's only response was to snap the bra off her shoulders, twirling it overhead before tossing it in my face. Her hips were gyrating. Her eyes were fixed on my cock. Obviously, she didn't care. "Guess I worry too much, don't I." And she just nodded, the slightest gesture of her chin, before crawling onto the bed and taking my penis into her mouth. That was her charm. Not just her proclivity for cunnilingus-which was extraordinary-but her unabashed...