Well, you like being above her so far.

“Knees,” you say sharply, and Lara grins as you stand and she obeys. Her hands run up your legs, a questioning eye cast up to you, but you don’t stop her from pulling down your shorts. That said, you DO find something exciting about the look of amazement and shock she gives when she sees your cock.

Well. Cocks.

She looks them up and down, moving her head to the side to get a full appraisal of your unusual package. Just the two balls hang beneath them, but there’s no mistaking the two rock-hard dicks, one almost directly on top of the other, as anything but what they are. And even if there was, when you cum, there isn’t a lot of mistaking what’s going on for normal.

“Jesus …” she breathes out, looking over them for a moment before finally looking back up to you. “You’re embarrassed about this, aren’t you?” She says it without judgement, making sure to punctuate it by wrapping one of her hands around a shaft and starting to stroke it. You are a little, even if the other emotions running through your body are anything but ashamed. “You shouldn’t be. It’s REALLY hot,” she continues, and how her accent treats the word “hot,” in particular makes your pricks jump responsively. She giggles, then leans down.

Slowly, Lara draws her tongue along the side of the one she isn’t jerking off, and you groan quietly, trying to keep the sounds from drifting up to the larger park. She wraps her lips around it, then start to bob down, sucking on one of your dicks as she gently strokes the other. She switches after a few seconds, the jerking feeling much better with some lubrication in there.

“You know,” she says, leaning back and taking her top off. “You still haven’t told me what you want.” She moves both hands back and keeps tugging you steadily, biting her lip as she watches your face contort from the pleasurable sensations rushing through your body. Her tits bounce with the rhythmic motion of her arms, not at all helping you focus on precisely what you want to do.