Tom’s cock was straining against his jeans at this point.
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.
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.
Once again, time on the clock was ticking away and Maisie Williams was taking an eternity to get herself ready.
Of the few, and I do mean very few, drawbacks to dating a celebrity, one of them was that every social outing required several hours of preparation, moreso than even the most vain, average female citizen.
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.