They slowly pulled away from the kiss, their lips glistening. For a moment, they just stared at each other, Andrey's gaze dark with desire, Lisa's eyes hazy and shy, her cheeks flushed deep pink.
Without a word, Andrey grabbed the hem of Lisa's tank top and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion. Her small, perky breasts were revealed, pale and beautiful under the soft kitchen light. Her smooth, flawless white back was fully exposed as she sat there on the edge of the counter.
Andrey's hands moved to her waist. He lifted her effortlessly and sat her properly on the kitchen counter. Lisa let out a small surprised sound, her hands resting on his shoulders for balance.
He leaned in and kissed her again, briefly, before moving lower. His mouth trailed down her neck, then to her chest. He cupped one of her small breasts and brought it to his lips, licking the soft pink nipple slowly before sucking it into his mouth.
