She does, and fails miserably

Lisa considered his words, and the thought of getting rid of his stink in a way or another made the proposal very agreeable, especially because he would wash by himself if she made him cum before she came herself, something she was very confident in not due to skill but because the only word appearing in her mind when she thought of him touching her body was 'disgusting'.

By the time she answered “Ok, let's do it like that” he had already unfastened her pants and slipped his hand in her panties. It was then that she realized her mistake.

Just because she thought of him as nauseating, it didn't mean her body wouldn't react to his touch, especially with some alcohol in her system. His previous rubbing had already moistened her lower lips, and when his oily hand made contact with them a shiver went up her spine.

Not willing to lose even a second more Lisa grabbed his dirty manhood, squeezing it while moving her hands up and down, but Usher's pleased groans were in chorus with her own whimpers, which soon enough turned in full-fledged moans as he used all his experience, be it from his wife or whores, to overwhelm her senses with pleasure.

Just like the sweat on his hands mixed with her own juices, the disgusting feeling it brought mixed with her pleasure and only served to amplify it instead of killing it, like she initially thought, and while her hand-job became more and more unsteady, his finger-banging instead got more and more bold.

Soon enough she was leaning over his arm for support, her hips continuously buckling against his fingers in search for more stimulation as if they had a mind of their own, Usher smugly enjoying the young cowgirl literally dancing on top of his hand, even more so when she squeezed his fingers harder than ever and with a final loud moan she began convulsing.

Lisa came. Hard.

Yet Usher didn't bother to stop, instead redoubling his effort and getting his work's worth as she came a second time, and then a third, a fourth and fifth time without pause.

By the time he stopped she was already so out of it that she didn't even bother to shake his cock anymore, nor to take her tongue lolling out back in and close her mouth. She was just there, weakly resting on his arms, her body twitching and her legs as weak as jelly, it wouldn't be wrong to say that she'd already be on the ground if he didn't support her.

“Oh my, deer, look at this mess you made” Usher jiggled, looking at how wet her pants were from her flood of juices. If he didn't know better he might have even thought she pissed in her pants.

“Now I really have to wash you up, don't I?”