Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 45

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

let you

up to my nub again

Would you make me cum?”

in my own little state of mind where I cared little for how | sounded nor what I was saying. Honestly, if it comes to be, I’d just

Yes drunk in desire.

buy my excuse, he

Tyler hummed, “I don’t think I’d like to

pered, 

can count.”

a good way to describe Tyler and I. He was the beast and I was

off the bed, my covers sticking to my sweaty skin. It was fascinating how hot my body felt, oddly like I was burning up with a

on your pussy that’s begging

that would drive me forward. A song I got lost in as he

He was doing something

He was……

Touching himself.

While listening to me…..

teeth trapped my lower lip harshly until I swore I tasted the copper of 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

me or pull me

of how I’d

of how I’d end

I wanted, I cared little

sounded as I asked him. “What are you doing

you…..touching yourself too?”

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