The sensations built in layers. Lisa's fertile pussy ground against his face in unhurried circles, her clit rubbing his nose while her inner walls fluttered around his thrusting tongue. Her massive breasts dragged heavily across his torso, nipples leaving sticky milk trails. Meanwhile, Vespera worshipped his cock with maddening patience—alternating between long, flat licks, gentle sucking on just the head, and her tail's rhythmic pulsing. Every time his hips twitched upward seeking more friction, she pulled back with a wicked chuckle.
"Not yet, Master," Vespera whispered against his shaft. "We want you throbbing and desperate. Begging with that powerful body of yours."
