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.

could picture it

wet 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 as he sank

much to his embarrassment to not

was somewhat much needed. He found that he actually was holding his breath before she had spoken. And if she hadn’t then his

few things to let her get used to

fool for thinking

a few lessons wouldn’t be

ladies and gentlemen, that’s how you make a pretty

he was complaining. No not one bit. In fact he had every intention of sucking every last

pretty blush danced on her cheeks, raving on her entire face when he literally burned her with

to the feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was

shyly looks away, seeming to have lost the bold look she had on when she admiited that she wanted him there. Not exactly in

answer and somehow he was also finding himself to feel a tinge of jealousy if she

even think

answer and then doubted her when she replied

way she wouldn’t have felt aroused during her writing. She would’ve definitely touched herself, there was no truly innocent

“Not once when you wrote erotica you touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was

She was ashamed to admit

on his lips as he chuckled. He had never met a girl like Layla

because he saw her in some of his classes. It was hard to not notice the girl with glasses and messy hair who always answers questions like some

admitted in his head and eventually locked up those thoughts

with her pulsing lips that made Layla let out one of the most prettiest of moans

he trail his fingers back up to her clit and lightly starts to

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