Leah's tight clothes made Max's fingers work extra while unbuttoning the white blouse Leah was wearing.
Not to mention the leather vest that has a lot of straps on her back.
"Seeing you in these clothes reminds me of a Latin American action film," Max whispered in Leah's ear.
"Did I look weird?" Leah asked, gently stroking Max's tight abdominal muscles.
"No, there's nothing strange about your appearance, you look like a knight in the 19th century," whispered Max, licking Leah's sensitive earlobe.
The more he licked out his tongue the clearer of moaning from Leah's sexy lips was heard.
"Ah, Max .." Leah calling the name of the man who continues to play with her emotion, she shuffles indistinctly on Max's lap.
"What if I also tried to wear the style of the people here, would you like it?" Asked Max, taking Leah's chin, not wanting to give his girlfriend a chance to answer his question.
