If he didn't beg for mercy, Daniel thought, Lisa might actually make him c*m from oral s*x alone.
He didn't want to lose face in front of Lisa.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Daniel flipped over, pressing Lisa beneath him and pinning her hands down. "Having fun, Lisa?" he asked, his tone betraying none of the censure in his words.
Pinned to the bed, Lisa remained defiant, as if to say, "See, Daniel? You're just like this, still dancing on the palm of my hand."
Breathing heavily, Daniel unfastened Lisa's bra and tossed it aside. It landed on the headboard, swaying precariously with his every move.
Mirroring Lisa's earlier actions, he slowly peeled away her dress and panties, hoping to see a flicker of panic in her eyes.
But he miscalculated. Not only was there no panic in
