Lors, her hair cascading down her shoulders, gives Danny a sultry smile as she leans back, her fingers tracing circles on her inner thighs. She's teasing him, and he loves it. Danny's hand moves to his crotch, rubbing his bulge through his jeans. Lors's fingers slip under her panties, her digits finding her wetness, her eyes never leaving Danny's. She loves the sight of him, his chest heaving, his hand moving faster, their bodies in sync, their pleasure building until they're both lost in their own worlds, their climaxes written all over their flushed faces.