She finds a fantasy in the moment

Good girl? Sugarplum? Younger Lisa's pussy gushes on hearing the words of affirmation. The words remind her she misses Jake. She regrets pushing him away yesterday. Her club going tantrum is even more unsatisfying this time. Why did she act out again? Is she just ruining her life for no reason at all? No new sugardaddy, no deep dicking, just emptiness. The mystery woman holds her close. It's comforting. Younger Lisa is enjoying suckling on Future Lisa's full tits, straddling her smooth leg.

Jake is not here, but the younger Lisa is in the half-waking world between dreams and reality. She dreams him here. She imagines Jake watching her and this chick. She imagines herself seducing Jake with a girl on girl show. She imagines Jake becoming so aroused that he would take control and give her what she needs. Her comfort turns into lust, passion. She throws herself into Future Lisa's flesh.

"That's right, Sugarplum," Future Lisa says. She welcomes Younger Lisa's experimentation. She needs her younger self to listen to her. She was expecting a fight, raised voices, drama. Instead her younger self is making love to her. It's the best introduction possible. "Such a good girl."

Younger Lisa kisses a path down from Future Lisa's nipples down her breasts, past her ribs, along her tummy. Her own pussy is craving more. Her clit is throbbing. She needs physical touch on her clit, and she needs it to be spectacular for her fantasy of performing for a dreamy Jake. She pushes Future Lisa's right leg up so that the heel rests on her shoulder, the calf rests on her perky tits, the thigh presses into her tummy. She slides her straddle of Future Lisa's other leg until their pussies press right into each other, until their clits kiss.

Younger Lisa grinds into Future Lisa, slick pussy to slick pussy, throbbing clit to throbbing clit. Future Lisa responds. She is into this too. All plots forgotten, she arches her back and pushes back, tribbing her younger self back, riding the scissor, helping her younger self mount and ride and trib and grind. She breathes with an open mouth, and then she cries out in pleasure. Their clits kiss again between their pubic bones, and then their voices harmonize. Both Lisas cry out in pleasure together, their voices an echo of each other through time.