LEILA
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He reached out a hand, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my breast before his thumb flicked across my n****e.
He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and possessive, he lowered his head until his tongue flicked out and touched my n****e, still maintaining direct eye contact.
His eyes finally closed as he savored the taste, a low groan escaping his lips.
My head fell back against the soft pillows, my hair scattering all over the bed, the feeling so incredibly hot that I could feel myself getting slick and wet down there.
He placed his hand on my other breast, his fingers fumbling slightly as he squeezed and kneaded, his attention still focused on my n****e.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. My eyes fluttered open, staring up at him as a moan e
