LEILA
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He lowered his head, trailing kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, to my breasts.
My n*****s tightened instantly, hard buds begging for his touch, his mouth as he took one in, suckling gently at first, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips.
God, the sensation of pure fire.
He moved to the other, giving each equal attention, driving me wild with pleasure. My moans began then, soft, raw sounds pulled from deep in my gut, filling the quiet room, a melody of rising desire.
His hand moved lower, finding the heat between my legs and yes I was wet, from when I had set my eyes on him.
So incredibly wet.
My body responded instinctively to his touch, to his presence, to the raw intensity building between us. His fingers found my p***y, tracing the delicate fold
