Andrey and Lisa slowly broke their kiss, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips for a brief moment before snapping. Lisa’s cheeks were flushed, her breathing slightly uneven as she turned to Sein.

"Sorry, Sein... I got a little carried away," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment.

Sein crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "Tch. Don’t apologize. Just make sure you pull your weight."

Lisa nodded, then turned back to Andrey. Her hands moved to the hem of her soft sweater, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Beneath it, she wore a simple white button-up shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top, revealing the edge of her bra.

Her fingers moved to the buttons, undoing them one by one with deliberate care. The fabric parted, revealing her pale, smooth skin and the delicate lace of her bra—a soft pastel pink, with a small bow at the center. Her breasts were small and perky, the lace cups barely containing them, her nipples already visible through the thin fabric.

Lisa looked up at Andrey, her eyes soft but determined. "Now it’s my turn. I’m going to make you cum, Andrey."

She stepped closer, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Her lips were warm and gentle at first, but there was a quiet intensity behind them.

Andrey’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. "Lisa... you don’t have to push yourself."

Lisa shook her head, her voice soft but firm. "I want to. I’ve been watching everyone else, and I realized... I want to make you feel good too. Not just because it’s a reward, but because I want to."

She kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue brushing against his lips. Andrey responded, his hands sliding up her back, fingers tracing the clasp of her bra.

Lisa pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed. "Can you... take it off for me?"

Andrey nodded, his fingers finding the clasp and releasing it with a soft click. The bra loosened, and Lisa let it slide off her shoulders, revealing her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were already hard, pink and sensitive in the cool air.

Andrey’s gaze lingered on her, a quiet warmth spreading through him. "You’re beautiful, Lisa."

Lisa’s blush deepened, a shy but happy smile appearing on her face. "Thank you..."

She guided him to sit back on the couch, then knelt between his legs. Her small hands rested on his thighs as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and determination.

"I’ll do my best," she whispered.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his still-hard cock, her lips warm and gentle. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, her tongue swirling around the head as she slowly pushed deeper.

Andrey let out a low groan, his hand gently resting on her head. "Lisa... your mouth is so warm..."

Lisa’s cheeks flushed at the praise, and she continued moving her head in a slow, steady rhythm. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, tracing the veins as she took him deeper with every bob.

She wasn’t as aggressive as Sein or Morgana, but her movements were deliberate and full of quiet devotion. Every now and then, she would pause to swirl her tongue around the tip, tasting him before taking him back into her mouth.

Andrey’s breathing grew heavier, his hand gently threading through her hair. "Lisa... you’re doing so well..."

Lisa’s eyes flicked up to meet his, a small, happy gleam in them. She continued her rhythm, her hand stroking the base in time with her mouth, her tongue working him with growing confidence.

Her free hand moved to his stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she continued pleasuring him. Her moans vibrated around his cock, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

Andrey’s head fell back, a low groan escaping him. "Lisa... I’m close..."

Lisa didn’t slow down. If anything, she became more eager, taking him deeper, her tongue working faster as she prepared to receive him.

Andrey’s body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as he reached his limit. "Lisa—!"

He came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting into Lisa’s mouth. She didn’t pull away, her lips staying wrapped around him as she swallowed everything, her throat moving with each gulp. When he finally finished, she slowly pulled back, her lips and chin glistening.

Lisa looked up at him, a soft, satisfied smile on her face. "Did I... do well?"

Andrey’s breathing was heavy, his hand gently stroking her hair. "You did amazing, Lisa."

Lisa’s smile widened, her cheeks flushing with happiness and pride. "I’m glad..."

Sein’s competitive fire blazed in her green eyes as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her hotpants. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid them down her toned legs, letting the fabric fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, now standing in just a pair of black lace panties that hugged her hips perfectly, the thin fabric doing little to hide the damp patch that had already formed.

She looked at Andrey, her voice carrying a mix of challenge and desire. "Lisa wasn’t bad. But we need to surpass Team 2’s total. You can still cum, right, Andrey?"

Andrey’s gaze traveled over her, taking in the sight of her toned body, her confident stance, and the way her black lace panties clung to her curves. His cock, still glistening from Lisa’s earlier efforts, twitched with renewed interest.

"I can still go," he said, his voice low and steady. "Especially when I have two beautiful women helping me."

Sein’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. She moved closer, her hips swaying with deliberate grace, and knelt on the couch beside him. Lisa, still flushed from her own efforts, moved to his other side, her small hand resting on his thigh.

Sein leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Then let’s make sure you don’t have a single drop left."

She kissed his neck, her tongue tracing a slow path along his skin. At the same time, Lisa’s hand moved up his thigh, her fingers brushing against his balls before wrapping around the base of his cock.

Andrey let out a low groan, his hands moving to both women’s waists. "You two... are going to be the death of me."

Sein chuckled softly against his skin. "That’s the idea."

Lisa began stroking him slowly, her grip firm but gentle. Sein moved her attention to his chest, her tongue tracing his collarbone while her hand joined Lisa’s on his cock. Their fingers intertwined, stroking him together, their movements synchronized.

Lisa’s voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Does it feel good, Andrey?"

Andrey’s breathing grew heavier, his head falling back against the couch. "It feels incredible..."

Sein’s lips curved into a smile against his skin. "Good. Because we’re just getting started."