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

slipping into her wet folds, he was sure she was tight. Her eyes would stare at him and he’d hope,

a lot of restraint, much to his embarrassment to not give in to

expected her to admit and somehow her admission was somewhat much needed. He found that he actually was holding his breath before she had spoken. And if she hadn’t then his lungs wouldn’t have

a few things to let her get used to things. Let

for thinking he

a few lessons

how you make a pretty girl

fact he had every intention of sucking every last drop of her essence when he was done

blush danced on her cheeks, raving on

her opening he was playing with. Just a little push,

looks away, seeming to have lost the bold look she had on when she

Layla. Have you ever touched yourself?” Tyler found himself curious of her answer and somehow

ridiculous to even think that way

her to answer and then doubted

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

when you wrote erotica you touched yourself?” He knew

was ashamed to

met a girl like Layla and wondered why

definitely knew she existed 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 kind of

locked up those

himself from his thoughts by playing with her pulsing lips that made Layla let out one of the most prettiest of moans he

here?” He asked huskily, fighting the tightness in his voice as he trail his fingers back up

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