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 trembling uncontrollably Begging me to let you cum.” He

let

nub again to roll around the hardening

make me cum?”

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

Yes drunk in desire.

would never buy

don’t think I’d like to answer that question as

pered, 

can count.” He groaned into my ear, like a beast knowing his

I. He was the

It was fascinating how hot my body felt, oddly like I was

pussy that’s begging for my mouth, my tongue, my cock. He utterly

my own personal song that would drive me forward. A song I got

He was doing something

He was……

Touching himself.

While listening to me…..

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

my lip, gasping as my fingers danced on my throbbing pussy just

Wasn’t enough

I needed something

Something else

can push me or pull me to the

little of how

cared of little of how

could get what I wanted, I cared

I asked him. “What are

you…..touching yourself too?”

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