Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

He didn’t care because he was certain that any color would perfectly suit her.

Her shirt clearly hadn’t done her justice, he thought as his eyes feast on her breasts. He had seen plenty of breasts before, suckled on them, pinched them, bit them, you name it. But the sight of hers, even though still practically covered had his cock stirring already.

It was strange.

He’d definitely had to do more than just staring at covered breasts to get his cock stirring. He was no little boy, or preteen, who would flush at any hint of skin shown. He was grown now, a damn teenager that had seen too much to pant at the sight of covered breasts.

He had wanted to tease her at first, to see if she’d actually strip before him. But now that she had, he couldn’t help but think she was now teasing him.

So consumed by the sight of her breasts, he only realized she had moved the jeans when he heard a very low thud of them falling to join her discarded shirt on the floor.

Tyler’s eyes widen. He’d thought the sight of her breasts was rather appealing and obviously a turn on but the sight of her black panties covering her snatch made his mouth water. Many girls have been like this before him, more luscious, more well-endowed girls.

But not one of them made him utter the word. “Shit.” In a surprised pleased way.

He had thought about her body from the moment they agreed to go with the arrangement in the car. He had thought of smaller breasts, barely-there hips and not so flat tummy. Not that there was anything wrong with girls like that, he found them pretty desiring.

Just that Layla Campbell always wore baggy shirts and pants that hid most of her curves. In fact all of her curves were hidden. So one would have to use his imagination.

hips were not that wide but she still had some, and given that her waist

her tummy, wasn’t toned flat but still flat nonetheless. The skin there was dusty with tiny freckles he could see

seen a

gulped. He could snnt a few freckles

those too. He prayed that there were dusting of some between her thighs

he felt the weight of disappointment. He’d want to continue to feast on the sight of her, even though it was unusual to not have her bent down already with his

was a surprise for him

to want

and he’d told her he’d show her everything little by little which suggested that he’d go

too squirmish to fuck her right now, he didn’t want

love the sight of

got into her personal space. He was well aware of how tiny her hands were compared to

a feeling sex with Layla would

shook his head. “Don’t.” Telling her

under his stare and she needed to quickly. Cause

dusting of freckles on her creamy skin. He counted eleven but

an inkling that some would be on her back too, which he’d love to count when he would be diving into

them away from me Layla. You need to get comfortable with me.” He told her, not sure why his voice had.