Layla’s pov

I felt his fingers lightly brushing between my lips that throbbed and dance with the slickness of my wetness.

I heard him pull in one of the sharpest of breaths when he found the evidence of my arousal. The raw desire in his eyes were intense and doing things to my body I wouldn’t want to admit outloud.

But then his words somehow flicked a switch in me. Or perhaps it wasn’t his words at all and perhaps was the sound of his voice that somehow caused me to shiver slightly.

“How about here Layla? What do feel here. Is it hot now?” He whispered hoarsely.

And maybe it was the way he said it or it was his question entirely that made me breathlessly utter my honesty.

* No. It’s blazing.”

I was truly and utterly embarrassed that I admitted that I wanted his touch on my throbbing core.

But I would be stupid to deny that I wasn’t affected when he had no doubt felt the evidence of my need.

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” No. It’s blazing.”

Tyler suddenly gulped the huge lump that caused his throat to suddenly feel so parched.

He didn’t know that those words would make him feel a sudden urge, almost wildish urge to just remove the barrier of the lace and just slip his cock in.

picture it

was sure she was tight. Her eyes would stare at him and he’d hope, God he’d hope she would part her mouth

lot of restraint, much to his embarrassment to not give in to those urges that was nearly

her to admit and somehow her admission was somewhat much needed. He found that he actually was holding his

teach her a few things to

a damn fool for thinking

few lessons wouldn’t

that’s how you make a pretty girl get even wetter. She

No not one bit. In fact he had every intention of

danced on her cheeks,

soft.” He lets out, referring to the feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was

look she had on when she admiited that she wanted

yourself?” Tyler found himself curious of her answer and somehow he was also finding himself to

it was absolutely ridiculous to even think that

waited for her to answer and then doubted her when she replied with a shy

no way she wouldn’t have felt aroused during her writing. She would’ve definitely touched herself, there

touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was clouded into his voice which is

ashamed to

craft on his lips as he chuckled. He had never met a

because he saw her in some of his classes. It was hard to not notice the girl with glasses and messy hair who always answers questions like some kind of

a girl who would be unforgettable. He admitted in his head and eventually locked

by playing with her pulsing lips that made Layla let out one of the most prettiest of

asked huskily, fighting the tightness in his voice as he trail his fingers back up to her clit and

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