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.

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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.

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.

He saw something so mature, so evolved and advanced within her, and she loved that he wasn’t uptight about the difference in age. You can keep them on if you like, just get over here and let me use that mouth before we meet up with your friends.

I promise I’ll be quick, plus, what better way to test your new lipstick than to have it smeared messily all over my cock? He could see the wheels in her head turning, and the fire in her pussy igniting as she clenched her thighs together, she didn’t want to say no to him.

Now he was naked from the waist down and Maisie could not take her eyes off of his big dick, enraptured by it, her one hand still working feverishly at her young, dripping snatch as the other wrapped itself around the base of his throbbing slab of cockmeat.