“I’m sure I have a picture of him in here somewhere,” she said as she looked half-heartedly through her handbag. Hindi bf I sat back down in the chair and let myself get hard again as I watched this pretty little thing playing with herself. If she’d been dry the dress would have flowed free from her bust line almost down to her thighs, and I felt my pants tighten as my eyes ran up and down her generous curves that the dowsed dress did nothing to hide. She was so tight that the head of my cock couldn’t quite bury itself in the flesh of her pussy, and I started slowly swaying side to side to stretch her out. I spread her legs and grabbed her thighs to steady her as I rotated my hips and explored her most intimate parts.




















