Layla’s pov

“I’m going to only cum together with you tonight Layla. So make those fingers dance for me on your pretty little pussy.”

And they did.

My fingers, so slick with my juices coating them, played with my tingling pussy lips. They throbbed. I moaned, biting into my bottom lip at the burning pleasure that was trying to consume me.

Tyler’s breathing is so rough in my ears, yet…..it sounded so satisfying, so pleasing, and it was no doubt one of the reasons tingles were currently scouring through my entire being.

It was quite……thrilling.

“Are your fingers wet with your juices? Are they soaked?” He asked and lets out a slight trem bling groan.

My fingers danced around my opening, picturing, feeling it was his fingers and not my own. I whimper. “Yes.”

“I remember how warm you felt. How soft. How wet.”

His words had my heart hammering like that of a hammer knocking down on a nail.

“I had wanted to taste the essence of you earlier, bury my face between your thighs and lick up every last drop of your juices off your pretty little pussy.” He groaned, his words having me arch my back and press my fingers more firmly on the soft flesh of my pussy.

“Can you imagine my tongue trailing between your lips, wetting your nub, pushing into your opening? He uttered softly and something told me he was as much lost as I was in his own mind, clouded by the image of my pussy with his tongue indeed pushing into my opening.

I trembled.

Such pleasure by just his words and a few barely tickling touches of my fingers on my puls ing needing cunt should not have me so…..

Wanting

Needing

Craving

Yearning

you, so deep that you’d be trembling uncontrollably Begging me

think I’d let you

to my nub again to roll around

make

mind where I cared little for how | sounded nor what I was saying. Honestly, if it comes to be, I’d just pretend I was drunk and knew nothing

Yes drunk in desire.

told me, Tyler would never buy my

think I’d like to

pered

tender spot between your thighs. Not until you moan more than I can count.” He groaned into my ear, like a beast

describe Tyler and I. He was the beast and I was the prey. His

was fascinating how hot my body

your fingers dance on your pussy that’s begging for my mouth, my tongue,

groaned and his voice sounded like my own personal song that would drive me forward. A song I got lost in as he kept groaning…….

He was doing something

He was……

Touching himself.

While listening to me…..

my blood. I swept it into my

lip, gasping as my fingers danced on my throbbing pussy

Wasn’t enough

I needed something

Something else

that can push me or pull

cared little of

little of how I’d end

what I

of how desperate | sounded as I asked him. “What are you doing

you…..touching yourself too?”

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