Brook has been stood up by her date, and she’s not too happy about it, especially as she dressed for the occasion in her vintage cocktail dress, black nylon stockings and heels.
‘Maybe you could make me happy, would you like to be my date?’ Brook says, sitting on the couch in her elegant dress, one hand gently caressing her legs in their seductive black stockings. ‘That’s what I need, a real man in my life. You wouldn’t let me down, because you’re a true gentleman and you’d never stand up a real lady like me.
‘Just imagine if you were here with me right now, what you could do to me,’ she says, kneeling on the sofa and resting on her elbows, the curve of her back rising so her ass is tilted upward as she rocks back and forth, her dress lifting to give a tantalizing view of her black stocking tops.
‘I know my vintage dress turns you on when I tease and get into all these positions,’ she says, now kneeling with one leg lifted on the arm rest and exposing her pussy through the sheer crotch of her nylon panties. ‘And how you’d love to touch me and run your hands up and down my legs,’ she whispers, sliding her hand up the length of her other leg, sheathed in black nylon stockings.
‘Look at these panties I’m wearing, you can see that pussy straight through them,’ Brook says, laying back with her legs lifted and opened wide, her fingers sliding over the compressed pink lips of her her pussy behind the sheer nylon crotch. ‘My pussy feels so horny, its really wants some cock,’ she says, spreading and flexing her stockinged legs in open invitation, her sexy stiletto heels pointing vertically.