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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.

then snake up to the side of my breast before going behind my back to unclasp my

shoulders as he peels them off and reveals my breasts that showcased my peaked nipples. They were so hard. Tingling as if already feeling his

he removed the bra and flung it at the back

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

He admits as he rubbed my

as I felt the sleek

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

my hands is pressing against the glass and the other digging in his hair as his lips wrap around my

taste like cherries.” He hissed sucking harder and trembling

his wet strands as his teeth trace my nipple, wrapped around it and

sliding down the glass as he continues to torture

roll around the bud to soothe the ache and when he’s done

But he’s not done.

No.

breast he just tortured with his mouth, Tyler goes for the other free

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

his ear. So roughly that I was afraid I was not getting enough oxygen

as he breathes out makes

touched that rosy peak that’s been begging for him. I throw my head back when his lips wrapped around the bud and showed it as much affection and hunger as

rolling my hips as my pussy

I want to feel how alive I am

want him to be the one to show me

hands trailing

gasp, rubbing my pussy against his bulge slower, earning a growl

of the difference between the pool water

was drenching

lower, past my

fingers dipped into my panties, and lift myself a little so he can continue on his

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