Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 139

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Layla’s pov

He pushes closer to me, his breath feathering against my parted lips that inched closer to him.

And then he pressed his lips against mine, making a moan flutter out of my mouth.

His hand clamps behind my head while his fingers tangle in my wet tresses.

He’s groaning in my mouth, one of his hands gripping my bottom harder until I was sure he left his mark behind.

Then both his hands reach the ends of my dress and he tugs. up, detaching his mouth from mine as he removes the dress off my body.

The windows are tinted so I had no fears of anyone seeing us. Not that anyone has passed by in the last five minutes.

He throws the wet material at the back somewhere, not caring that it might have landed on his seat.

I’m breathing roughly, my fingers quickly and clumsily removing his jacket and then lifting his shirt over his head.

We were really about to fuck in the car.

And the thought of him being deep inside me, the excitement of what is about to come had me moaning.

My hand land on his toned chest, the muscle rippling under

288 Vouchers.

my palm. He grunts, adjusting the seat to go a little lower so we would be more comfortable.

My fingers brush along his skin, feeling the soft yet coldness caused by his wet clothes.

He trembles, letting out a shuddering breath.

the side of my breast

falls off my shoulders as he peels them off and reveals my breasts that showcased my peaked nipples.

groans, licking his bottom lip as he removed the

around one of my breasts, squeezing lightly. I arch my back, pressing my wet covered pussy

admits

at his words, my pussy aching as I felt the sleek heat of wetness trail down my lips to touch

for you, it aches.” I breathed out, grasping his shoulder when

thing I know, one of my hands is pressing against the glass and the other digging in his hair as his

hissed sucking

Tyler,” | gasp, gripping his wet strands as his teeth trace my nipple, wrapped around it

the glass as he continues to torture

and roll around the bud to soothe the ache and when he’s done feasting, he blows on the throbbing

But he’s not done.

No.

tortured with his

time, his tongue darts out, licking every inch of my breast, tasting my skin and licking up the wetness from my skin being wet from the

ear. So roughly that I was afraid

nose as he breathes out

my head back when his lips wrapped around the bud and showed it as much affection and hunger

hips

deep inside me tonight. I want

I want him to be the one

hands trailing down my stomach lightly. Tickling

against his bulge slower, earning a growl like sound coming

wasn’t sure of the difference

was drenching on his

lower, lower, past my belly button, and

panties, and lift myself a little

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