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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.
Meanwhile, she had reached down and undid his belt, loosing it before unbuttoning his pants and breaking the kiss to pull them off. Maisie thrust her head down, getting her head between his thighs and nuzzling her face into his boxer-clad cock and balls, breathing in his manly scent and rubbing her pussy through her panties at the same time.
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.
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.
Tom let out a guttural moan, as if some pressure valve in his brain was being loosened.
The girl was moaning and whimpering against his bulge, loving the feel of it’s thickness and heat against her young face.
He could feel her placing passionate, desperate kisses all over his swollen ball bag and further up, as she paid worship to his bulging cock through his underwear, her lips leaving little wet spots on the fabric.
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.
Maisie let it drop to the floor without resistance, and her firm, perky young tits didn’t move an inch.