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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.
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.
Maisie let it drop to the floor without resistance, and her firm, perky young tits didn’t move an inch.
She shyly lifted her shoulders, looking down and blushing as her perfect, identical globes of breast meat pushed together.
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.