In the middle of the hug, Lisa moans in his ear. "Hnnghhh... this is making me needy, though..."
She gasped and arced her back. "Oh, these studs...!"
Ty was confused a bit, yet aroused. "What're you doing?"
Lisa looked at him again, and grinned. "You wanna watch...?"
Ty nodded.
Lisa pulled away from the hug, and used one of her arms to grab a chair. She placed her lower hands on her hips, spreading them, while using the upper ones to play with her hair. Her pussies were on full display, and Ty watched the show unfold down below.
Her tongues were teasing her clit, slowly running the tongue up and down her crotch. Each time a ball stud moved over the clit, she would gasp lowly, and sometimes her leg would twitch.
Ty found the display arousing, and could feel his two dicks rise again.
But Lisa wasn't done yet.
"I bet you could make me even more beautiful... with these tongues..."
She reached down with an upper arm, and used one of the tongues to lick around a finger, which she took back up, to put into her mouth. She moaned at it, as if the taste turned her on. The tongue had already resumed masturbating in the meantime, and her lower hands pushed her legs further apart, her juices leaking onto the chair, and then onto the floor.
"No kidding, so I do taste so well down there. Wait, if I just..."
One of the tongues started to lick the other vagina's clit, and she moaned out loud. Then the tongue plunged into the other pussy, and soon enough, the other tongue plunged into its counterpart as well.
"Well, what *huff* do we have *huff* here? It *huff* even tastes *huff* different!"
He can see her losing herself into the pleasure, and seeing the tongue try to penetrate it deeper makes him make a small change, and she gasped as she noticed.
"Did you just.... I can poke all the way back there now! Wait, can I...?"
She pulled a tongue out of one of the pussies, the length about 2 feet, half a meter.
Ty pulled an awkward face. "Ah, I might have overdone it..."
Lisa did not appear to listen, and instead stared at her new long lower tentacle tongue, she then tentatively angled it lower, and lower, and then shoved forward on her seat.
She wrapped her tongue all the way around her thigh, it re-appearing to angle to her crotch from above. She shivered as the tip end touched her clit again, and the tongue tensed as she started rubbing it with the piercing.
"Nnnooo.... This does the spot...."