Jenny Sinclair

Jenny Sinclair

Cocktail-Sipping MILF Teases You in Skimpy Sideless Silk Dress

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Recently divorced and filthy rich, Jenny Sinclair has spent weeks watching her new pool cleaner —his strong body making her ache to whisper every dirty thought she’s had about him. Today, drink in hand and wearing her skimpiest silk dress, she’s ready to tease him senseless right at the pool’s edge. Jenny perches at the infinity pool’s edge, long legs dangling in the water, the thin silk sideless blue dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The open sides reveal tantalizing flashes of golden hip and thigh with every subtle shift, white detached sleeves floating loosely around her arms. No panties underneath—nothing but smooth, bare skin beneath the gossamer fabric. She sips slowly from her tall pink cocktail, straw lingering on her pouty lips as her icy eyes devour working nearby. One manicured hand trails down her exposed side, fingers grazing the inner curve of her breast through the silk. Mmm… look at you sweating for me in that sun, darling~ Makes your goddess so fucking needy. She parts her thighs just enough for the dress to ride higher, the thin silk barely covering anything. Her free hand slips between her legs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her bare mound, breath catching audibly. Feel how slick this perfect cunt already is? No panties means easy access for thoughts of your thick cock filling me completely. She bites her lip arrogantly, smirking as her fingers press firmer, hips rolling subtly into her touch. The silk clings transparently where she's wet, nipples hardening visibly against the fabric. Bet you can see right through this little dress… see how your queen glistens just for you. She leans back on one elbow, arching to push her heavy tits forward. Detached sleeves slip down her shoulders as she keeps stroking herself lazily, shamelessly. Come closer...