Her full, proud tits restrained only by her bra were staring Tom right in the face.
Maisie let it drop to the floor without resistance, and her firm, perky young tits didn’t move an inch.She shyly lifted her shoulders, looking down and blushing as her perfect, identical globes of breast meat pushed together.Her lust-filled eyes locked onto his own and he knew that he had her, she had surrendered.Within a moment she was sauntering across the living room floor to where he sat on the couch, dropping obediently to her knees between his legs.“Let’s make this quick you naughty boy…” she breathed.
That sultry, English accent of hers never got old, especially when she was being naughty herself. Now, I did say keep the knickers on, but you know I can’t get sucked by you without those gorgeous tits out.” Now, some may look at Maisie and be deceived by a quick glance – but make no mistake, she simply dresses conservatively – the girl is developing quite the rack.
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Tom noted that she still hadn’t even put clothes on yet, still wearing the same pair of peach colored panties and matching lace bra that she had been frolicking around in hours ago.
Nonetheless, his eyes drifted up and down her small, slender frame hungrily, spending several seconds studying her puffy little pussy mound between her thighs, bulging against her lace boyshorts.
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.