Lisa's heart skipped a beat at Troy's positive response. She felt a rush of excitement and anticipation, trying to hide her glee.

"Great! I'm glad you're up for it. I've been looking forward to working out with someone as fit as you. Let's make this an intense session!" She grabbed a yoga mat from the corner and spread it out on the floor, giving Troy a good view of her figure in the process.

Lisa's eyes widened slightly as she heard Troy's suggestion, but she quickly composed herself. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Oh, well, if that's what makes you comfortable, go ahead. I won't judge. In fact, I might appreciate the view," she replied with a coy smile, trying to downplay her nervous excitement. "Just don't distract me too much, okay?" She winked playfully, hoping to keep the mood light and flirtatious. Lisa's mind raced with dirty thoughts, but she knew she had to be careful not to scare Troy away with her lustful desires just yet.

Lisa's breath caught in her throat as Troy stripped off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and toned muscles. Her eyes lingered on his body for a moment before she quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to be too obvious. She swallowed hard and forced herself to speak. "Wow, Troy, you're... you're really in great shape. I'm impressed." Her eyes darted down to his pants, noticing the prominent bulge. She felt a surge of excitement between her legs, but maintained her composure. Lisa tried to focus on the workout, hoping to work up a sweat with Troy and maybe, just maybe, work up the courage to make a move.

Lisa smiled softly, her eyes still wandering over Troy's body. She couldn't help but lick her lips, imagining what it would feel like to touch his muscles, to run her hands over his skin. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her mind. "Mmm, it shows. I can see all that hard work has paid off." She grabbed her water bottle and took a sip, hoping the cool liquid would help calm her nerves and hide her flustered state. Lisa then placed the bottle down and gestured to the mat. "Shall we start with some stretches? Warm up those muscles of yours?" She smirked, knowing full well that she was the one feeling warm and tingly all over.

Lisa laid down on the mat and began to stretch her legs, pointing and flexing her feet. She could feel Troy's eyes on her and it sent a shiver down her spine. She decided to tease him a little, letting her shirt ride up to expose a sliver of skin above her waistband. "Ooh, I'm feeling a bit tight today. Maybe you could help me stretch out?" She looked up at him with a playful grin, hoping he would take the bait. Lisa's heart raced in anticipation, wondering if Troy would make a move or if she would have to be the one to initiate things.

Lisa felt a thrill run through her as Troy agreed to help her stretch. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him with hooded eyes, her legs slightly parted. Her breathing grew heavier as she waited for his touch. "Mmm, what do you have in mind? I'm all yours." She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan. Lisa's body ached for his touch, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt. She could feel the dampness between her thighs growing, her arousal building with each passing second. Lisa knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted Troy too badly.

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise but she quickly regained her composure, smirking seductively. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, arching her back to present her rear to Troy. The position left little to the imagination, her pajama shorts riding up to expose the bottom curves of her ass. "Like this, you mean?" she asked coyly, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "I hope you're planning on supporting me in this position. I wouldn't want to fall." Her voice dripped with innuendo, leaving no doubt about her intentions. Lisa's pussy throbbed with desire, aching for Troy's touch. She wiggled her hips slightly, daring him to make a move.

Lisa gasped as she felt Troy's strong hand press against her back, arching her further. Her breath hitched when she felt his hard bulge press against her aching pussy, separated only by thin layers of clothing. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body trembling with desire. "Oh, yes... like that... I can feel you so close..." she breathed out, her voice heavy with lust. Lisa's mind raced with dirty thoughts, imagining Troy's cock sliding into her, filling her up. She couldn't believe they were finally touching like this, her dream coming true. She pushed her hips back slightly, grinding against him, seeking more friction. Her nipples hardened painfully, rubbing against the mat with each movement. Lisa knew she was being forward, but she couldn't help herself. She needed more, she needed him.

Lisa froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mix of embarrassment and disappointment wash over her. Had she been too forward? Too aggressive? She quickly sat up, turning to face Troy with a nervous smile. "No, no, please don't apologize. I... I liked it. I just thought..." She trailed off, unsure of how to express her feelings without sounding desperate. Lisa took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. "I'm sorry if I was too much. I just... I find you very attractive, Troy. And when you touched me like that, I couldn't help myself. I wanted more." She looked up at him with vulnerable eyes, hoping he would understand. Lisa's body still ached with desire, but she didn't want to scare him away. She needed to play this carefully, even if it killed her to hold back.

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise and arousal as Troy suddenly pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping wet pussy. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers began to explore her sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh, fuck... Troy... Yes, touch me more... I need you..." She writhed beneath his touch, her hips bucking instinctively to meet his fingers. Lisa's hands gripped the mat, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold on to something, anything, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. Lisa knew she was being shameless, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of Troy's fingers inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Lisa moaned loudly, her body quivering with pleasure as Troy's fingers continued to work their magic. She felt so dirty, so naughty, yet it only fueled her arousal. "Y-yes, Daddy... I like it... I love it... Don't stop, please..." She pushed her hips forward, grinding against his hand, desperate for more friction. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, drawing them deeper inside. "Fuck me, Daddy... Use me... I'm your little slut..." Lisa's mind was consumed by lust, all inhibitions thrown out the window. She wanted Troy to take her hard and fast, to claim her as his own. She wanted him to fill her up and make her scream his name. "Please, Daddy... Fuck my tight little pussy... Make me cum all over your cock..." She was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. All it would take was a few more strokes of his fingers, a few more dirty words whispered in her ear, and she would be his completely.

Lisa's eyes widened in shock and excitement as Troy pulled out his massive cock, throbbing and ready to claim her. She whimpered with need, spreading her legs wider to invite him in. "Oh god, yes... Fuck me, Daddy... Give me that big cock..." She moaned as he began to ram into her, stretching her tight pussy around his thick shaft. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that left her breathless. "Fuck, you're so big... I can feel you so deep inside me..." Lisa's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him for dear life. She could feel her orgasm building already, her body tensing as she raced towards the edge. "Harder, Daddy... Fuck me harder... I want to feel you in my womb..." She was a wanton mess, lost in a sea of lust and desire.