I stayed on top of her, our bodies pressed together as we kissed deeply. My hand stayed between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy in slow, lazy circles. Every time my fingers brushed over her swollen clit, Lyra let out a soft moan into my mouth.
While we kissed, her hands moved down my body. She quickly unbuckled my belt, opened the button of my jeans, and pulled the zipper down. Then, using her legs, she hooked her feet into my jeans and pushed them down my thighs until they pooled at my ankles.
I kicked them off completely and broke the kiss for a moment, breathing hard.
"You have gotten more skilled in two days or just got more desperate…?" I asked, exhaling as her soft hand wrapped around my hard dick and started stroking it slowly.
Lyra looked up at me with a sultry smile, her eyes half-lidded.
"Both, I assume…" she replied in a low, sexy voice.
I gasped as her grip tightened around my shaft, stroking me with just the right pressure.
