Layla’s pov

I felt his fingers lightly brushing between my lips that throbbed and dance with the slickness of my wetness.

I heard him pull in one of the sharpest of breaths when he found the evidence of my arousal. The raw desire in his eyes were intense and doing things to my body I wouldn’t want to admit outloud.

But then his words somehow flicked a switch in me. Or perhaps it wasn’t his words at all and perhaps was the sound of his voice that somehow caused me to shiver slightly.

“How about here Layla? What do feel here. Is it hot now?” He whispered hoarsely.

And maybe it was the way he said it or it was his question entirely that made me breathlessly utter my honesty.

* No. It’s blazing.”

I was truly and utterly embarrassed that I admitted that I wanted his touch on my throbbing core.

But I would be stupid to deny that I wasn’t affected when he had no doubt felt the evidence of my need.

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” No. It’s blazing.”

Tyler suddenly gulped the huge lump that caused his throat to suddenly feel so parched.

He didn’t know that those words would make him feel a sudden urge, almost wildish urge to just remove the barrier of the lace and just slip his cock in.

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folds, he was sure she was tight. Her eyes would stare at him and he’d hope, God he’d hope she would part her mouth in pure pleasure

to not give in to those urges that was nearly primal

needed. He found that he actually

her a few things to let her get used to things. Let her open up to him

for thinking he could move

a few lessons

a pretty girl get even wetter.

not one bit. In fact he had every intention of sucking every last drop of her essence when

her cheeks, raving

opening he was playing with. Just a

have lost the bold look she had on when she admiited that she wanted him there. Not exactly in those words, but it

Tyler found himself curious of her answer and somehow he was also finding himself to feel a tinge of jealousy if she said

knew it was absolutely ridiculous to even think that way but

her to answer and then doubted

she wouldn’t have felt aroused during her writing. She would’ve

you touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was clouded into his voice which is probably why

She was ashamed to

lips as he chuckled. He had never met a girl like Layla and wondered why he had never

classes. It was hard to not notice the girl with glasses and messy hair who always answers questions like some

locked up those thoughts too because Tyler would never want to think such

from his thoughts by playing with her pulsing lips that made Layla

the tightness in his voice as he trail his fingers back up to her clit and lightly starts

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