Jenlisa One Shots [ENGLISH]

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◉18+ Content.

◉Explicit language.

◉ Lisa G!P.

Lisa sat on the couch, sinking into the cushions as her body was still damp from the shower. The gray towel barely covered her waist, highlighting the evident tension she had been carrying since earlier. She leaned her head back against the rest, trying to calm her breathing and clear her mind, but the images from the videos her girlfriend had sent her continued to torment her.

She closed her eyes, but that only fueled the memories. The soft, almost pleading moans, the rhythm of the movements, the way her fingers disappeared inside her... it all came back with overwhelming clarity. Lisa felt her erection throbbing, relentless. She reclined further into the couch, placing a hand on her forehead as if trying to push those thoughts away, but her body kept reacting in an inevitable way.

The warmth of the day added to the heat she already felt inside. Lisa shifted her leg uncomfortably, trying to find a position that offered some relief. But the sensation persisted, deep and urgent, as if her whole body was screaming for release that she hadn't found in the shower or the stillness of the couch.

Lisa knew that resisting would only prolong the agony. She wasn't one to hold back when desire consumed her, and this time would be no different. Her mind stopped debating between control and surrender as she decided to address the issue head-on.

With the towel still wrapped around her waist, she let her hand slide to where her erection remained hidden. At first, she touched it gently, feeling the heat radiating even through the fabric. She applied pressure with her fist, noting how her body responded with a wave of pleasure that extended from the tip to the depths of her being. It was a rich, satisfying sensation, but not enough. She wanted more.

Taking her time, with calculated movements, she removed the towel, letting it fall to the floor. Finally, her cock was free, standing erect and throbbing. The stretched, smooth skin glistened under the dim light of the room. The tip was red, shining with the first drops of lubrication that had gathered. The veins, swollen and prominent, ran the length of it like roots extending from the base, each one marking the intensity of her desire.

Lisa let her fingers slide over her erection, tracing each line and curve, feeling the strong pulse in her palm. Just seeing it like this, so rigid and yearning, made her bite her lip in anticipation. The internal pressure she had endured all day now turned into an urgent need to touch herself more, to push herself to the limit.