Lisa's breathing had become heavier. The alcohol had completely removed her usual gentle and reserved personality, replacing it with something much bolder and more aggressive.
She looked down at Andrey's erect cock in her hand, then glanced up at his face with hazy but determined eyes. Without saying another word, she slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of him.
"Andrey…" she whispered, her voice soft but filled with heat. "You're already this hard… it would be a waste if I didn't do anything, right?"
Before Andrey could stop her, Lisa leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of his cock. She gave it a small, experimental lick, then slowly took the head into her warm mouth.
"Mmm…"
