Lyselia moves her hips on her own as well.
Slowly, as if matching my piston movement.
Otis..Otis...
Lyselia turns around to look at me.
My and Lyselia's tongues intertwine. We repeatedly kiss each other, thrusting at each other with the tips of our tongues.
Once again, our tongues entwine and our lips lock. The kiss is a passionate, sticky kiss, as if we are pressing our lips against each other.
Both of them devour each other's lips. As if competing with each other, they pour their saliva into each other's oral cavity, and we slurp down the mucus mixed with their saliva.
'Hhhhhh.. Otis, I'm going to be debauched by your kisses..'
Did the kiss relax her?
I was so excited to see her clitoris harden.
The stimulation of her sensitive clitoris and the shock of her asshole intensified, and Lyselia let out a high-pitched, winning cry.
