LAYLA
Luke is standing in front of me, one fist closed around his d**k. He looks nothing like my old teacher. All the mildness and gentleness have gone. Now all that’s left is authority. His eyes are dark as he studies me.
“Are you close?” He demands.
I nod, moaning as I feel Josh change his angle slightly, hitting me even deeper inside. Luke nods and pumps himself once.
My eyes flick between his legs. He’s so hard it looks almost painful. His d**k is swollen and leaking, visibly twitching in time with his heartbeat. I lean forward until his balls are hanging heavy and hot by my cheeks, and start lapping at them, mouthing at the sensitive skin underneath. Luke cries out, tugging painfully at my hair.
“God.” He twists his hips so his hard-on bumps against my face. “Suck it, Layla.”
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