Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 139

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Layla’s pov

He pushes closer to me, his breath feathering against my parted lips that inched closer to him.

And then he pressed his lips against mine, making a moan flutter out of my mouth.

His hand clamps behind my head while his fingers tangle in my wet tresses.

He’s groaning in my mouth, one of his hands gripping my bottom harder until I was sure he left his mark behind.

Then both his hands reach the ends of my dress and he tugs. up, detaching his mouth from mine as he removes the dress off my body.

The windows are tinted so I had no fears of anyone seeing us. Not that anyone has passed by in the last five minutes.

He throws the wet material at the back somewhere, not caring that it might have landed on his seat.

I’m breathing roughly, my fingers quickly and clumsily removing his jacket and then lifting his shirt over his head.

We were really about to fuck in the car.

And the thought of him being deep inside me, the excitement of what is about to come had me moaning.

My hand land on his toned chest, the muscle rippling under

288 Vouchers.

my palm. He grunts, adjusting the seat to go a little lower so we would be more comfortable.

My fingers brush along his skin, feeling the soft yet coldness caused by his wet clothes.

He trembles, letting out a shuddering breath.

side of my breast before going behind my back

and reveals my breasts that showcased my peaked nipples. They were so hard.

as he removed the bra and flung it at the

my breasts, squeezing lightly. I arch my back, pressing my wet covered pussy on his wet

you it hurts.” He admits as he rubbed

his words, my pussy aching as I felt the sleek heat of wetness trail down my lips to touch my already soaked

it aches.” I breathed out, grasping his shoulder when

thing I know, one of my hands is pressing against the

always taste like cherries.” He hissed sucking harder and trembling

gasp, gripping his wet strands as his teeth trace

my hands sliding down the glass as he continues to

soothe the ache and when he’s done

But he’s not done.

No.

just tortured with his

my skin and licking up the wetness from my skin being wet from

ear. So roughly that I was afraid

nose as he

begging for him. I throw my head back when his lips wrapped around the bud and showed

my hips as my

me tonight. I want

him to be the one to show me

his hands trailing down my stomach lightly. Tickling

against his bulge slower, earning a growl like sound coming from his throat

that I wasn’t sure of the

sure I was drenching

past

and lift myself a little so

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