Milf P*ssy licking (4)

“No, I think I’m OK for now, thanks.”

“OK. Well, you can always take your shirt off if you get too hot.”

“Sure. Thanks.”

She watched him for a while longer, then she suddenly moved and left the room without a word. He wondered if he had done something wrong.

He looked around at his work. The room was really starting to shape up at last. He was feeling pretty content with his work.

He bent down to pick up a crate when suddenly something shocked him. Something cold and wet slid down his back.

“What the hell was that?” he cried out, almost involuntarily as he shot up, dropping the box he had just taken hold of. He reached back, clawing at his back, pushing his T-shirt up. He heard laughter behind him and turned to see Sophie standing there with a glass full of ice cubes.

“Well, I had to find some way to get you out of that shirt, didn’t I?” she said as she leaned forward and pulled it all the rest of the way over his head.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of his tanned, gle