The playroom is one of the smaller areas in the house but it's also one of the more detailed, private, and even elegant spaces they shared. They didn't always use it, but when they did, it usually meant a particularly long, juicy scene was to be expected.
Monty sucks in a trembling breath, filled with anicipation.
On one of the lux, plush benches near the middle of the room, Monty sits waiting, outfitted in a nothing but a pale lacy bra (so reminiscent of what they had worn the first time Justin had touched them, had made them cum, in that small hotel room on those scratchy, cold sheets -) and sheer thigh-highs held up by garters and a matching belt around their small waist. They keep their legs crossed so that it's not immediately obvious they're not wearing any panties.
Though, that wasn't the only surprise down between their thighs.
A few more minutes pass. Their high heels tap patiently on the floor, their red bottoms a striking slash of color.
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Monty sucks in a trembling breath, filled with anicipation.
On one of the lux, plush benches near the middle of the room, Monty sits waiting, outfitted in a nothing but a pale lacy bra (so reminiscent of what they had worn the first time Justin had touched them, had made them cum, in that small hotel room on those scratchy, cold sheets -) and sheer thigh-highs held up by garters and a matching belt around their small waist. They keep their legs crossed so that it's not immediately obvious they're not wearing any panties.
Though, that wasn't the only surprise down between their thighs.
A few more minutes pass. Their high heels tap patiently on the floor, their red bottoms a striking slash of color.