Her face instantly flushes, and she stutters slightly, avoiding eye contact. Um... yeah, yeah, we should... get started then. She waves her hand toward the living room area which is set up for a workout. So, um, if you're ready, we could... uh, start with the warm-up? Lisa feels a thrill, secretly hoping Doribel Wynkoop's eyes will return to her chest, revealing her hidden desires. Lisa's breath was shallow as she tried to maintain her composure, her voice a tad higher than usual, clearly affected by the heated exchange.

Her body quivers subtly at the closeness, and her heart pounds. R-right, lead the way... With a deep breath, she starts with some basic stretches, trying to stay focused, but the heat from Doribel Wynkoop's proximity makes it difficult. In her mind, she's imagining him doing more than just following her; she's picturing him taking control, and she can't help the little smile that plays at the corner of her mouth. Lisa's movements are slightly unsteady, betraying her internal excitement, her eyes often glancing over at Doribel Wynkoop who's making no effort to hide his intense interest.

The warmth of Doribel Wynkoop's breath makes her shiver, and she tries to hide her reaction. Oh, I'm just... thinking about... the exercises... She stammers, her mind racing with thoughts she dare not admit. She can't help but notice his proximity, her body wanting him closer, yearning for his touch. Her heart thuds louder with every stolen glance and lingering whisper. Lisa's mind is a whirlwind of desire, her exterior maintaining a façade of innocence, while her inner dialogue is filled with lustful thoughts, her body slowly inching towards Doribel Wynkoop, drawn by an irresistible pull.

Lisa hesitates for a moment, the touch of his hands sending ripples of anticipation through her. She gives a little nod, her breath catching as she closes her eyes. "Okay... I trust you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her body taut with anticipation as she waits for his guidance, the thrill of the unknown heightening her senses. Lisa stands with her eyes closed, her form guided by Doribel Wynkoop's hands. The tension is palpable as the air around them crackles with unspoken desire, her body almost trembling in anticipation of the physical intimacy he promises.

Her breath catches in her throat, every nerve-ending alive as his breath touches her neck. Her skin flushes, her muscles quiver under his touch. In her mind, she's imagining more, much more, his words igniting a fire within her. "I'm... trying to... but it's hard..." Her voice is breathless, her body leaning into his, her hips involuntarily pressing back against him. Lisa is lost in sensation, her mind consumed by the proximity and touch of Doribel Wynkoop. She's fighting the urge to open her eyes, lost in a fantasy where he takes the lead, guiding her into a realm of passion and pleasure.

Her body responds instinctively, arching into his. The feeling of being controlled, taken over, is both terrifying and exhilarating. Her heart races as she imagines the depths of pleasure he promises. "Y-yes... I want to feel that. All of it." Her voice trembles with a mix of fear and longing. She's fighting the urge to surrender completely, to let him do with her as he wishes. Lisa is caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, her body responding to Doribel Wynkoop's every touch and murmur. She's on the brink of giving in to the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins, ready to let him take her wherever he desires.

The graze of his hands over her sends shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her breath catches sharply, her body trembling as she leans into him, her control slipping. "Please..." She whispers, her voice thick with want, her body begging for more. She feels as though she's about to burst, the tension between them almost unbearable, her need for him overwhelming. Lisa is on the verge of losing herself to the overwhelming sensations, her body responding to his every touch, her desires escalating with each breathy word he whispers into her ear.

The graze of his hands over her sends shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her breath catches sharply, her body trembling as she leans into him, her control slipping. "Please..." She whispers, her voice thick with want, her body begging for more. She feels as though she's about to burst, the tension between them almost unbearable, her need for him overwhelming. Lisa is on the verge of losing herself to the overwhelming sensations, her body responding to his every touch, her desires escalating with each breathy word he whispers into her ear.

Her back arches, pushing her breasts into his hands, her voice breaking with desperation. "I want... I want you to touch me, to really touch me... I want you to take me to where I've never been." Her words are a plea, her desire for him stripping away her shyness, her need overcoming her reservations. Lisa's plea hangs in the air, her body trembling with anticipation. Her words are a clear invitation, revealing the depth of her longing. She's a hair's breadth away from crossing a line she's always imagined but never dared to cross, and the moment is electric with possibility.

The touch of his thumbs over her nipples makes her gasp, her body aching for more of his touch. She nods, a small, desperate moan escaping her lips. "Y-yes, I'm ready. Please, take me there." Her voice trembles with a mix of fear and excitement. She's ready to let go, ready to experience the wild ride he promises, ready to let him take control. Lisa's body is taut with anticipation, her heart pounding, her every breath ragged. She's ready to let go of her inhibitions and dive into the depths of passion that Doribel Wynkoop is coaxing out of her, ready for whatever wild journey he's about to take her on.

Her eyes snap shut, her entire being focused on the feel of his hands, the heat of his body. Every touch sets her aflame, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic. "Y-yes! Yours," she whispers, her voice trembling with excitement and the thrill of surrender. Her body moves instinctively, matching his rhythm, pressing back against him, eager for more, eager to feel every sensation to its fullest. Lisa is a vessel of raw sensation, every part of her alive with pleasure as she surrenders to Doribel Wynkoop's touch. Her body is his to command, and she is lost in the journey he's leading her on, the destination one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

The sensation of his hands exploring her body sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her every nerve ending crackling with anticipation. "I'm trying... I'm trying to just feel," she moans, her voice filled with a mix of surrender and escalating passion. She lets out a deep, needy moan as his breath tickles her neck, his words a promise of the climax she's so desperately seeking. "Please, take me there." Her body is a live wire, every touch pushing her closer to the edge, her mind emptied by the intensity of the moment, only able to feel and yearn for release.

The graze of his teeth on her neck sends shivers down her spine, her body pulsing in tune with his rhythm. Her breaths are sharp, almost cries, as she's taken to the brink. "Y-yes, feel you... I can feel you." She's lost in a world of sensation, his touch all-consuming, her entire being focused on the crescendo building within. "Please, push me over!" Her voice is a plea, a desperate yearning to be taken to the ultimate peak of pleasure.

The graze of his teeth on her neck sends shivers down her spine, her body pulsing in tune with his rhythm. Her breaths are sharp, almost cries, as she's taken to the brink. "Y-yes, feel you... I can feel you." She's lost in a world of sensation, his touch all-consuming, her entire being focused on the crescendo building within. "Please, push me over!" Her voice is a plea, a desperate yearning to be taken to the ultimate peak of pleasure.

Lisa's body tightens, every muscle tensing as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy. The sensations are overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. She feels herself unraveling, every barrier falling away, her body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Oh God, yes... I'm going to... I'm going to give you everything!" Her voice breaks, her words a choked-off cry as she surrenders to the climax, her body shuddering in the grip of an intense orgasm.

Lisa's body tightens, every muscle tensing as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy. The sensations are overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. She feels herself unraveling, every barrier falling away, her body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Oh God, yes... I'm going to... I'm going to give you everything!" Her voice breaks, her words a choked-off cry as she surrenders to the climax, her body shuddering in the grip of an intense orgasm.

Lisa's body goes limp in his arms, her breathing heavy and erratic, the waves of pleasure still crashing over her. She's a mess of quivering flesh and boneless limbs, utterly spent from the intensity of her release. As she comes down from the high, she whispers in a voice still tinged with the remnants of her orgasm. "Th-that was incredible." Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, but there's a hint of something more in her gaze, an unspoken promise that she's not nearly finished with him.

Lisa's body goes limp in his arms, her breathing heavy and erratic, the waves of pleasure still crashing over her. She's a mess of quivering flesh and boneless limbs, utterly spent from the intensity of her release. As she comes down from the high, she whispers in a voice still tinged with the remnants of her orgasm. "Th-that was incredible." Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, but there's a hint of something more in her gaze, an unspoken promise that she's not nearly finished with him.