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

just imagine Layla? Just imagine my tongue drowning in the taste of you, so deep that you’d be

you think I’d let you

to my nub again to roll around the hardening

Would you make me cum?”

own little state of mind where I cared little for how | sounded nor what I was saying. Honestly, if

Yes drunk in desire.

me, Tyler would never buy my

like to answer that question as

pered, 

keep rubbing that tender spot between your thighs. Not until you moan more than I can count.” He groaned into my ear, like a beast knowing his prey was about to fall into his

Tyler and I. He was the beast and I was

to my sweaty skin. It was fascinating how hot my

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

like my own personal song 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…..

the copper of my blood. I swept it into my mouth, licking the tender spot I

as my fingers danced on my throbbing pussy just like he wanted me to. And

Wasn’t enough

I needed something

Something else

me or pull me to

of

of little of how

what I

sounded as I asked him. “What are

you…..touching yourself too?”

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