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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would stare at him and

to his embarrassment to not

to admit and somehow her admission was somewhat much needed. He found that he actually was holding

her, teach her a few things to let her

fool for thinking he

few lessons wouldn’t be so

that’s how you make a pretty girl get even wetter. She was literally drenching his

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

sharp fascination as a pretty blush danced on her cheeks, raving on her entire face when he literally burned her

lips and just the little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push, that would be all he would need to feel her wrapped around

lost the bold look she had on when she admiited that she wanted him there. Not exactly in

Layla. Have you ever touched yourself?” Tyler found himself curious of her answer and somehow he was also finding himself to feel a tinge

absolutely ridiculous to even think that way but he couldn’t

her to answer and then doubted her when she replied with a

was no way she wouldn’t have felt aroused during

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

She was ashamed to

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

saw her in some of his classes. It was hard to not

unforgettable. He admitted in his head and eventually locked

by playing with her pulsing lips that made Layla

here?” He asked huskily, fighting the tightness in his voice as he trail his fingers back up to her clit and lightly starts to rub

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