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

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

embarrassment to not give in to those urges that

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

things to let her

fool for thinking

a few lessons wouldn’t

wet.” And like that ladies and gentlemen, that’s how you make a pretty girl get

he had every intention of sucking every last drop of her essence when

on her cheeks, raving on her entire face when he literally burned her

of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push, that would be

she admiited that she wanted him there. Not exactly in those words, but it was clearly

her answer and somehow he

knew it was absolutely ridiculous to even think

answer and then doubted her when she replied with

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

suspiciously. “Not once when you wrote erotica you touched yourself?” He

was ashamed

never met a girl like Layla and wondered why he had never spoken

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

was a girl who would be unforgettable. He admitted in his head and eventually locked up those thoughts

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

trail his fingers back up to her clit and lightly starts to rub circles over the

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