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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.
The power of his cock was getting to her, and she had to worship him properly.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.“Anything for you love…” she hissed, moaning – her large, bright eyes fixed on the growing bulge in his pants as she reached behind her back and swiftly undid the clasp of her bra.Maisie let it drop to the floor without resistance, and her firm, perky young tits didn’t move an inch.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.
All Tom could do was feed into her ego, to nourish it and pretend it wasn’t a strange, new world to him – at first, anyway.
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.
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.
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.
Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental.