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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?
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.
Still, though, nights like this would always remind him that he was at the mercy of a true Hollywood diva, and that he’d simply have to put up with her demanding, high-maintenance way of life if he wanted to continue dating her.
Suddenly, in the middle of his reflective day-dreaming, the bathroom door nudged open, and from the quarter-opened gateway emerged Maisie.
Maisie was no exception to this rule – no, she was such a little actress.
You know the type I mean; always over-the-top, always affected, similar to a younger Anne Hathaway, forever eager to impress and prove to the world that she was unique.
“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.
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.
Tom let out a guttural moan, as if some pressure valve in his brain was being loosened.
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.
Tom’s cock was straining against his jeans at this point.