Is that even a choice?

Once again, in a different situation she'd never even ponder about doing this or not... but then again, in a different situation she wouldn't have gotten in such a mess to being with.
Was there even a point in thinking of what-ifs? Fact is, she was so drunk she couldn't even think straight, which in turn straightened her choices down in a single one. No, was it even a choice by this point?

The bobbing dick bouncing in front of her eyes was like catnip to a feline for the young drunk girl, the sheer size and virility exhuded captivating her mind and making her lean forward and before even she herself understood what she just did, her lips were already wrapped around that dick, the raw male taste making her feel euphoric as her own head began to bob up and down the shaft much to its owner's pleasure, the old guy groaning in approval and pushing his hips further against the hole in order to give Lisa more cock to work with.

And damn if she worked with it.
If she had any doubt about this before starting, by now there was no shred of **** in her actions as the drunk girl proactively blew the male masterpiece presented to her, one of her hands even subconsciously slipping down into her shorts to slick her now drenched pussy while the other helped her oral effort by jacking the manhood and massaging his testicles, the drunk girl doing a mighty fine job and ending up getting covered with a ton of cum as she let go of it at the wrong time.

Not that she'd mind that much, not in her current state at least, the girl realizing she might look like a total slut right now but unable to really do anything about it... especially not now that another dick took the place of his spent predecessor, the male organ not as big nor as black but still quite a sight to behold...