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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

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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.

clamps around my waist then snake up to the side of my breast before going behind my

he peels them off and reveals my breasts that showcased my

groans, licking his bottom lip as he removed the bra and flung it at the back

clasp around one of my breasts, squeezing lightly. I arch my back, pressing my

hurts.” He admits as he rubbed my

words, my pussy aching as I felt the sleek heat

out, grasping his shoulder when

pressing against the glass and the other digging in his hair as

like cherries.” He hissed

his

hands sliding down the glass as

the bud to soothe the ache and when he’s done feasting, he blows

But he’s not done.

No.

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

inch of my breast, tasting my skin and licking up the wetness from my

that I was afraid I was not getting enough

his nose as he breathes out makes

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

hips as my pussy

me tonight. I want to feel

I want him to be the one to show

grunts, one of his hands trailing

against his bulge slower, earning a growl like sound coming from his

wasn’t sure of the difference between the

sure I was drenching on his jeans

past

and lift myself a little so he

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