Trisha sat on his lap, with the hemlines of the dress looking like a rose in its full bloom covering the surface around her where Denny was sitting. She started grinding her hips moderately as she unbuttoned his deep-blue shirt. Soon enough his shirt, along with his suit jacket, was being pulled out of his lean muscled body. The client, inwardly amused and fully entertained by the service girl, silently complied with her every lead. She was having fun to see Denny stiffen whenever she would let the tip of her fingernails run around his torso. And Trisha would grind harder on Denny’s lap when she felt his c**k make its reaction to her provocations known to her naked crotch.
Trisha was conscious and cautious not to leave stains on Mister Vero's clothes, so she moved away from his lap as she
