BlackTeen
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She smiled, laughed, gving the pics a genuine large smile.
- her eyes focussed on what she wants? And you aske me to look back at you?
Sophia laughed again...
Then regained her seriousness, bit her lower lip again and gave the camera a mischievous grin enhanced by a wink. She then began walkin, facng the camera, her hips swaying, the dress movign around her legs, her arms along her sides, looking straight at the camera as Tom was backing towards the bedroom. With a seductive smile...
- hey camera, look at me. Who's behind you? A woman wanting to look like me? She wants to be me in order to have her husband's desire again? She wants my dress? Better I'd undress ofr her husband. Perhaps it's him behind you, camera. Perhpas it's him loking at magazines, looking at me, wanting me. Does he want to kiss those lips (she pouted). Does he want something else. Oh he might not have, I'm not thta kind, let him dream. Only dream about wandering his hands on my body. He coulnd not have me. But he can dream of it, of some things he can do to me.
he hands ran along her sides as she was walking, following the curves or her waist and then those of her breasts, runing from the dress to the bare skin of her cleavage and she extended her arms over her head, then bent forward, hands pushed towards the camera for anyone watching the pics who would want to catch them. On the next step, she stopped and stood an instant there, one leg pushed forward from the cut of the dress, the stocking visible almost to its delicate lacy top. And she began walking again, following Tom who had now reached the bedroom.
- her eyes focussed on what she wants? And you aske me to look back at you?
Sophia laughed again...
Then regained her seriousness, bit her lower lip again and gave the camera a mischievous grin enhanced by a wink. She then began walkin, facng the camera, her hips swaying, the dress movign around her legs, her arms along her sides, looking straight at the camera as Tom was backing towards the bedroom. With a seductive smile...
- hey camera, look at me. Who's behind you? A woman wanting to look like me? She wants to be me in order to have her husband's desire again? She wants my dress? Better I'd undress ofr her husband. Perhaps it's him behind you, camera. Perhpas it's him loking at magazines, looking at me, wanting me. Does he want to kiss those lips (she pouted). Does he want something else. Oh he might not have, I'm not thta kind, let him dream. Only dream about wandering his hands on my body. He coulnd not have me. But he can dream of it, of some things he can do to me.
he hands ran along her sides as she was walking, following the curves or her waist and then those of her breasts, runing from the dress to the bare skin of her cleavage and she extended her arms over her head, then bent forward, hands pushed towards the camera for anyone watching the pics who would want to catch them. On the next step, she stopped and stood an instant there, one leg pushed forward from the cut of the dress, the stocking visible almost to its delicate lacy top. And she began walking again, following Tom who had now reached the bedroom.