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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

my breasts that showcased my peaked nipples. They were

licking his bottom lip as he removed

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

you it hurts.” He admits as he rubbed

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

you, it aches.” I breathed out,

then next thing I know, one of my hands is pressing against the glass and the other digging in

cherries.” He hissed sucking harder and trembling out a

gasp, gripping his wet strands as his teeth trace my nipple,

hands sliding down the glass as he continues to

to slick and roll around the bud to soothe the

But he’s not done.

No.

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

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

So roughly that I was afraid I was not getting

as he breathes out

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 they did for the

rolling my hips as my pussy cried for

inside me tonight. I want to feel how alive I am

to be the one to show me that I

of his hands trailing down

bulge slower, earning a growl like sound coming

wasn’t sure of the difference between the pool water and

was drenching on

fingers tickle lower, lower, past my belly button, and

into my panties, and lift myself a little so he

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