Lon groaned as her lips engulfed him, and shivered slightly; when her hand reached up, manipulated the sensitive sack, his knees threaten to buckle, weakened by the gentle but persistent assault she had mounted. Small motes of lightning, sparked by her touch, raced up along his spine in a shower of sparks, and he twisted slightly, almost as if in pain, an exquisite torture of pleasure that set nerves alight. She paused, then, and pulled back, and Lon took a moment to catch his breath and relax slightly, a chance to push back against the tightening he felt far too soon. He glanced down at her, face breaking into an impressed smile, even as she leaned back, drawing him down towards her. He knelt smoothly, landing kneeling between her open thighs, and slid forward, towards her, leaning down to kiss her gently, slowly, before rising again. His eyes slid over her body, savoring each crested curve and shadowed valley like a fine wine, before they slipped onto Laurin, still fellating Balfor, kneeling with legs splayed wide, and his eyes slid back to Joli, twinkling merrily.<br/><br/>Lon lifted Joli's hips slightly, and pulled her close, allowing his well lubricated cock to slide wetly against her swollen folds, and he thrust slightly against her, lubricating himself more on her own essence. "Laurin has been quite generous this evening," he said, "and I am sure she would appreciate your special talents as much as I have." He pulled back, slipping out of contact, then pushed forward. His breath caught in his throat as he felt himself slowly enter her, a velvet furnace that gripped him, pulled and tugged, and he exhaled slowly as he sunk himself into her depths, stopping only once their bodies touched, her legs wrapped around his hips. He flexed then, pressed against her from inside, enjoying the feel of the firm hold she had, before wrapping his arms around her, lifting her slightly, just enough to move her the half dozen inches that would put her head beneath Laurin's spread thighs, within reaching distance of the voluptuous woman's pleasure. "I'm sure she would appreciate whatever you could offer," he whispered, and began moving his hips, a slow rolling piston motion that gradually increased in speed and intensity. Lon sat up slightly, a look of utter concentration on his face, eyes half closed with pleasure, and one hand supported him as the other wandered across her body, exploring the soft heft of her breasts even as they shake in time with each thrust.