Maisie let it drop to the floor without resistance, and her firm, perky young tits didn’t move an inch.
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.
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.
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.