Layla‘s po

“I uh 

| started shyly, my pussy throbbing as his words pushed flashes of what he had done to me in that class room just a couple of hours ago. 

“I didn‘t clean it off,” I whispered, feeling the heat crawl up my neck to my cheeks and settle there. 

Tyler hums, lowering his head even lower as his lips brush the corner of my mouth. 

“Somehow I find it hard to believe that you hand‘t. You should be smelling of me right now.” Tyler whispers as his lips trail down to my neck. 

With his nose in the crook of my neck, Tyler breathes in my scent. He hums. “Hmmmm. You smell good, but you’re missing something.” 

His hands on my waist trail down to under the mounds of my bottom and he grips them. “You‘re missing the scent of me.” He growls and pushes me back until the back of my legs touches the desk. 

“Tyler,” | gasped out as one of his hands that was grip ping my bottom was now unbuttoning my jeans. 

“I just want to check if my cum is still on your pussy. If not, I promised punishment, yeah?” He grunted, licking my neck and nipping the thin skin. 

The air in the room turns foggy and hot as Tyler pulls down my jeans. 

“Tyler what if someone sees 

I got cut off by my own moan as Tyler cups me be tween my thighs. Why did his grip feel possessive? Maybe was reading into this way too much. 

Layla.” He grumbles, cupping me more firmly. The heat of his palm seeps through the material of my panties making me leak out my

even more. 

He says and presses

You‘re wet, but I‘m

neck and

“I should probably make sure.” He grins as his eyes twinkled, but there‘s a darker look in his eyes.

lip between my teeth and moaned lowly. Tyler pushes my jeans

His eyes drank me up,

he does so and all I want to do is trap his

that had me squirming and pressing my

grunts out a fuck. My eyes fall to his jeans and I notice the huge bulge straining against the material. My pussy

cannot believe I turned into such a horny person. I blame Tyler for feeding me his cock. If he hadn‘t fucked me, I wouldn‘t be so damn hungry for him to

turned me into a completely different person. I was literally as

fingers brush against my panties when I had an itch to have Tyler be the one to remove my panties off my body. I wanted him to be the one to

I had in me, I whispered out. “I want you to be

my tone that

got darker, losing the twin kling of playfulness in them as they were replaced by

he was done pumping into me,

said as much. It

quirk up as he steps closer to me.” Well, if that‘s what you

my panties where his fingers brush against my skin. My heart

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