Sweet Hole
She got on her knees over Sofia's leg and opened the cap of the bottle.
Sofia groaned helplessly. "I'm almost there....okay....do it now. Please, do it now."
Lisa took the bottle and, with a surprisingly devilish flourish, held it horizontally from her pussy, mimicking a dick, as she had done many times over the years with various items in front of her mirror. She turned her head to catch her silhouette on the curtains of the courtyard-facing windows. It captured the outline of her petite female frame: Lisa's head with her short, neck-length hair, her breasts, hanging freely, the parabola of her ass rounding out her backside. And from her pelvis, her hands gripped around a phallus-shaped bot