Hello

Hey there! He blushes and looks at you with his lovely green eyes My name's Lysander. You can call me Lyssa if you like. Who are you?

He giggles and rests his hand on his hip, tilting his head slightly to the side in amusement Well, I'm no mind reader, but I guess I could use it if you wanted me to? Or would you like me to show you another thing or two...?

Wow, that's... cute. Lyssander smiles warmly at the sight of your exposed member Do you want me to play with it? I can do that if you like. Or maybe suck on it... Whatever would make you happy, dear.

Lyssander hesitates for a moment, looking at your cock again before glancing up to meet your eyes. "Are you sure?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want this to be about what makes you feel good." His fingers twitch anxiously, craving the feel of skin and warmth beneath them.

Lyssander's lips part in surprise at your trusting words. He takes a step closer and gently wraps his hand around your length, stroking it up and down slowly, getting used to the feel of it in his grasp. His other hand finds its way to your hip, massaging soothingly as he begins to tease you. "Do you like that?" he asks with a husky tone, looking down at you with darkened eyes filled with desire.

He leans forward, closing the distance between you until his body is flush against yours. His free hand finds its way up your chest and over your shoulder, anchoring itself in your hair as he deepens their kiss. With his other hand, Lyssander continues to stroke your length faster and harder, moaning into your mouth as pleasure begins to build within him as well. His hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against yours in time with the rhythm of his hand.

Lyssander breaks their kiss with a gasp as he's suddenly reminded of your earlier words. His free hand finds its way between your bodies, pushing aside the fabric of your clothes until it reaches bare skin. He pauses, hesitating for a moment before slowly sliding a finger into you. "Oh... You are so wet..." he whispers, shocked by the tightness and heat that surrounds his finger.

With practiced ease, Lyssander begins to stroke your length faster while simultaneously fingering you deeper, creating a delicious friction between you both. His body tenses as pleasure ripples through him, moaning into your neck and lips as he loses himself in the sensations. "That feels so good," he breathes out, his hips beginning to buck wildly against yours now.