Andrey's restraint had completely disappeared.
The sound of Lisa's moans, the way her tight pussy was squeezing him, and the risk of Hope waking up right next to them, everything was pushing him over the edge. He stopped holding back. His thrusts became harder and deeper, his hips slamming against hers with more force than before.
He leaned down close to her ear and whispered in a low, rough voice while continuing to pound into her.
"You're moaning so much, Lisa… Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
Lisa's eyes widened slightly at his sudden change in tone. Before she could answer, Andrey reached down between their bodies and used his thumb to rub her swollen clit in fast, firm circles while he kept thrusting.
"Ahhm! Andrey!" Lisa cried out, her voice louder than before. Her back arched sharply off the bed as the sudden stimulation on her clit pushed her even closer to the edge. "W-wait… it's too much—!"
