Suddenly, in the middle of his reflective day-dreaming, the bathroom door nudged open, and from the quarter-opened gateway emerged Maisie.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.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.Maisie scooted forward, inching as close as she could to him without getting in his lap.
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.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.Her full, proud tits restrained only by her bra were staring Tom right in the face.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.