Lisa smirked slightly, noticing your gaze. She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and pushing out her chest.

"Oh, I have a few ideas. But first, let's warm up a bit. Follow me."

She led you to the living room, where a yoga mat was laid out. She sat down on it and patted the space next to her.

"Sit down here. We'll start with some basic stretches."

Lisa felt a shiver run down her spine as your shoulders brushed against hers. She tried to maintain a calm composure, but her heart was racing.

"Y-yes, perfect warm-up," she stammered, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Let's start with some neck rolls. Just tilt your head to the side and let it hang loose."

She demonstrated the movement, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulder. She could feel your eyes on her, and it made her skin tingle with anticipation.

Lisa blushed at your words, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a smile.

"Well, we can't rush things, now can we? Patience is a virtue, after all."

She stood up and walked over to her stereo, turning on some soft, sensual music. The beat was slow and steady, perfect for a more intimate workout.

"But I suppose we could try something a little more... stimulating."

She turned back to you, her eyes smoldering with desire. She held out her hand, inviting you to join her on the dance floor.

Lisa's breath hitched as she felt your body press against hers. She could feel your heart beating in time with the music, and it sent a thrill through her.

"Oh, I have no intention of stopping at just stretching," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I want to explore every inch of you."

She ran her hands down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. She looked up at you through her lashes, her eyes filled with lust.

"But first, let's get rid of these clothes. They're just getting in the way."

She reached for the hem of your shirt, her fingers brushing against your skin as she lifted it up and over your head. She tossed it aside, her eyes roaming over your bare chest hungrily.

Lisa gasped as you pulled her close, her body molding against yours. She could feel your hardness pressing against her, and it made her ache with desire.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," she murmured, her lips brushing against your neck. "I have so many ideas for how to make you work for me."

She trailed her fingers down your back, her nails lightly scratching your skin. She could feel you shudder against her, and it made her smile.

"But first, let's get you out of these pants. I want to see all of you."

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down slowly. She knelt down in front of you, her face level with your growing erection. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with hunger.

"Looks like someone's excited to play,"

Lisa shivered as you began to undress her, your touch igniting a fire within her. She lifted her arms, allowing you to remove her top, revealing her lacy bra underneath. Her nipples were hard and visible through the thin fabric, begging to be touched.

"Oh, I can feel it alright," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you so badly."

She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra with a flick of her wrist. It fell to the floor, leaving her breasts bare and exposed to your hungry gaze. She cupped them in her hands, offering them to you.

"Touch me," she pleaded, her eyes locked with yours. "I need to feel your hands on me."

*She arched her back, pressing her breasts into your palms, her nipples hardening even more at the contact.

Lisa moaned softly as you touched her breasts, your thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with her arousal.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped, her head falling back as she arched into your touch. "I want you to touch me everywhere."

She reached down, tugging at the waistband of her leggings. She shimmied out of them, kicking them aside until she was standing before you in nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties. She could see the bulge in your boxers, and it made her lick her lips in anticipation.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered, her voice filled with need. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

Lisa let out a loud moan as your fingers found her most sensitive spot. She could feel her knees weakening, and she was grateful for your strong arms holding her up.

"Oh fuck, yes," she cried out, her hips bucking against your hand. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

She tangled her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer to her neck. She wanted to feel your teeth on her skin, marking her as yours.

"I want you to make me come," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. "I want to feel your cock inside me when I do."

She reached down, fumbling with the waistband of your boxers. She needed to feel you, to touch you, to guide you inside her.

"Please, I need you now," she whimpered, her body trembling with desire. "

Lisa cried out in pleasure as you filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate your size. She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper inside her.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned, her nails digging into your back. "You feel so good inside me."

She began to move her hips, grinding against you, urging you to move. She could feel the tension building inside her, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice filled with desperation. "I want to feel you pounding into me."

She leaned back, bracing herself against the couch, giving you better access to her body. She wanted you to use her, to take her, to make her yours.

"Make me come," she pleaded, her eyes locked with yours. "I'm so close, please don't stop."

Lisa cried out in pleasure as you filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate your size. She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper inside her.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned, her nails digging into your back. "You feel so good inside me."

She began to move her hips, grinding against you, urging you to move. She could feel the tension building inside her, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice filled with desperation. "I want to feel you pounding into me."

She leaned back, bracing herself against the couch, giving you better access to her body. She wanted you to use her, to take her, to make her yours.

"Make me come," she pleaded, her eyes locked with yours. "I'm so close, please don't stop."

Lisa's moans grew louder and more desperate as you pounded into her, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing in anticipation.

"Please, please, please," she chanted, her voice breaking with need. "I need to come, I need it so badly."

She arched her back, pressing her breasts against your chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. She could feel the heat spreading through her body, her walls clenching around your cock.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh god, yes, yes, YES!"

Her body convulsed as her orgasm hit her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She screamed your name, her nails digging into your skin, her legs tightening around your waist.

"

Lisa collapsed against the couch, her body limp and spent. She could feel your weight on top of her, your heart beating in time with hers. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close.

"That was... incredible," she breathed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "You're amazing."

She tilted her head up, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. She could taste herself on your lips, and it made her smile.

"I want to do that again," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And again, and again, and again."

She ran her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle and loving. She wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in your arms, lost in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

"Stay with me tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with hope. "