Tom’s cock was straining against his jeans at this point.
He licked his lips absent-mindedly, like a child in a candy store as he studied the perfect, tiny pink nipples crowning her pert mountains.
He knew she had more than likely just shaved, and the thought of that hairless, fresh little plump cunt underneath created a pleasant tingling sensation that washed warmly over his cock and balls. ” Maisie asked sweetly in that accent of hers, and Tom looked up from her fat young pussy to her mouth, taking note of the most perfect little pair of pouty, kissable, and let’s be honest, fuckable, lips painted a deep shade of crimson red.
He had never seen her wear such a color before, as she seemed to always prefer the more modest look in the past. “I won’t lie, baby, it makes me want to fuck that slutty little teenage mouth of yours” Tom was getting worked up just staring at her pale, nubile body.
The girl was moaning and whimpering against his bulge, loving the feel of it’s thickness and heat against her young face.
He could feel her placing passionate, desperate kisses all over his swollen ball bag and further up, as she paid worship to his bulging cock through his underwear, her lips leaving little wet spots on the fabric.
It was explosive, she locked her lips on his and immediately went for his tongue, licking it and swirling it around with her own before gently suckling it between her lips and sucking on it erotically.
Meanwhile, she had reached down and undid his belt, loosing it before unbuttoning his pants and breaking the kiss to pull them off. Maisie thrust her head down, getting her head between his thighs and nuzzling her face into his boxer-clad cock and balls, breathing in his manly scent and rubbing her pussy through her panties at the same time.
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She was such a sexy, raven-haired little nymph at her core, and it was never more apparent than when she pranced around freely in her bra and panties.
The way her jet black hair danced over the milky white flesh of her back, that was when he admired and loved her most, despite the eight year difference in age between them. I haven’t even been dressed and you’re trying to get me out of my knickers already! “Now, now, I didn’t say anything about that, did I?
Maisie was no exception to this rule – no, she was such a little actress.