Only Tarts – Dalila

Cutie Dalila was kneeling in the garden, planting flowers in her light summer dress, when her neighbor approached holding a stack of her mail. The postman had given it to him since she didn’t hear the doorbell. She thanked him and invited him inside so she could check the letters. As she walked in front of him, she could feel his eyes on her ass. Instead of feeling uncomfortable, she found it exciting. Once they were in the living room, the tension quickly grew. He stepped closer and ran his hand up her thigh, slipping under her dress.