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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.

side of my breast before going behind my back to

my shoulders as he peels them off and reveals my breasts that showcased my

his bottom lip as he removed the bra and flung it at

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

admits

his words, my pussy aching as I felt the sleek heat of wetness trail

breathed out, grasping his shoulder when he

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

He hissed sucking harder and trembling out a

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

shudder, my hands sliding down the glass as he continues to

soothe

But he’s not done.

No.

he just tortured with his mouth, Tyler goes for

out, licking every inch of my breast, tasting my skin and licking up

roughly in his ear. So roughly that I was afraid I

air from his nose as he

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

my hips as

inside me tonight. I want to feel how alive

to be the one to

hands trailing down

rubbing my pussy against his bulge slower, earning

sure of the difference between the

sure I was

lower, lower, past my belly button,

my panties, and lift myself a little so he can continue

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