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“Let’s make this quick you naughty boy…” she breathed.

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 scooted forward, inching as close as she could to him without getting in his lap.

She leaned in and he responded to her advance, moving in to kiss her passionately.

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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.

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.

Eventually her attitude and ego grew to be very endearing to him, and her confidence and willingness to show off – especially in bed – pleased him to no end.

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.