Cradling Nicholas Croft's handsome face, she began kissing him randomly, murmuring coyly, "Uncle... Uncle..." as one small hand started restlessly tugging at Nicholas Croft's belt.
"Does Lara want it?" Nicholas Croft pressed a button, sliding the driver's seat back a bit, and with a firm grip, he pulled Sophie Foster onto his lap, passionately returning her kiss while one large hand gently massaged Sophie's waist.
"Yes, Lara wants it now," Sophie Foster withdrew her little face and small hands to undo Nicholas Croft's belt, saying as she worked, "Lara wants to drain Uncle dry so you won't have any energy to find other women!"
Nicholas Croft...
He couldn't help but chuckle, pinching Sophie's chin and pecking her lips, "Little thing, Uncle doesn't have other women."
"I don't care, tonight I must drain Uncle dry!" A drunken Sophie Foster was very persistent, her small hands already opening Nicholas Croft's belt.
