James liked the women to be happy when he was with them, because if he didn't make them happy, then he'd suffer in the long run. He liked her long legs, definitely runner or yoga sculpted. His hi[s sped up a little as he let a hand drift down to rub her clit in time with his strokes. "Mm, you look so beautiful stretched out like this, Lisa," he said, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He bent her leg and propped it up before he ran his palm over her stomach and up to her breast.