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This is a continuation of the steamy encounter with Layla that I shared last time. Brace yourself for even more passion and desire as the night unfolds…

As we entered my apartment, an intoxicating mix of anticipation and desire filled the air. Layla wasted no time in quenching her thirst for pleasure; drinks and food forgotten, she was determined to reach my bedroom. It was awe-inspiring to witness her confidence despite my experience. With a boldness that electrified the room, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled me, initiating a fiery kiss that mirrored the intensity from our car ride. A surge of realization hit me – there was no denying where this passionate encounter was inevitably heading. Embracing the moment, I allowed my instincts to take over, unleashing my own aggressiveness during our passionate exchange, passionately kissing her while effortlessly unbuttoning her pants.

Layla, swept up in the primal energy, followed my lead obediently. Before we knew it, she was down to nothing but a tantalizing blue thong that evoked sinful desire within me. The image of her lying on my bed, her perfect body adorned with that G-string, remains etched in my mind. Her nipples, perched atop her perfect breasts, were achingly hard, screaming for my touch. Shedding my pants swiftly, I aimed to remove my shirt, but Layla had different plans. Willing for my lips, she urgently beckoned me towards her.

In a bold move unlike any other, I slipped my finger beneath her tiny thong, teasing her swollen clit. Instantly, she moaned into my mouth, her desire palpable. While continuing to stroke her sensitive spot, I trailed my lips down to her neck, bestowing a tender kiss upon her earlobe. As I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but notice the goosebumps that danced across her entire body, provoked by the mere proximity of my breath against her delicate skin. Succumbing to my insatiable yearning, I hooked my finger into her drenched folds, and Layla unleashed a piercing moan while her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. In that moment, I knew I was orchestrating all the right moves. She may have been with others before me, but it was evident that no one had mastered their touch like I had.

As my fingers continued to stroke her G-spot, she looked at me with pleading eyes and gasped, “How are you doing that?!” Innocently, I feigned ignorance, offering her a sweet smile before moving even more fervently. “This, perhaps?” I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes. Layla cried out in affirmation before her head fell back, unleashing a louder moan. Her restless movements and desperate moans hinted that she was on the brink of an orgasm. Self-doubt crept into my mind momentarily, wondering if I truly possessed the ability to bring her such pleasure or if she was merely skilled at stroking a man’s ego. While I may lack the necessary equipment, I understood the implications of satisfying a man’s desire. Yet, Layla’s intoxicating moans and writhing body testified that I was indeed the source of her pleasure. However, it seemed almost impossible that I had pushed her to climax so quickly. Our encounter had just begun, and although we are all wired differently, I normally required more time than that to reach my peak.

Suddenly, her eyes locked with mine, and she groaned once more, “Oh my God! I’m going to cum already!” Stunned, I watched in awe as she succumbed to an orgasm right then and there. I had barely been stimulating her for thirty seconds, and yet, this enchanting vixen climaxed in my bed. “Oh, that feels incredible! I climaxed so quickly!” she exclaimed, a desperate gaze fixated on me. However, she showed no signs of being satiated; instead, she silently beckoned me to continue, and I obliged, my fingers gently caressing her G-spot. Out of nowhere, her eyes rolled back, and another deep moan escaped her lips. “I’m cumming again!” This second climax came even faster than the first. Doubts may have lingered, but now I started to question, could anyone convincingly fake such pleasure?

Layla writhed and moaned uncontrollably, and it became clear to me that I was indeed bringing her unimaginable ecstasy. She looked at me, her voice filled with desperation, begging for mercy. Willingly, I withdrew my hand, but she continued to pant heavily, confessing, “I came four times!” As she rested her head on the pillow, her chest gently rising and falling with each ecstatic breath, her body still covered in goosebumps, and her essence lingering on my fingers, I indulged in a taste of her nectar. My actions triggered something within her, for she immediately pounced on me, swiftly removing my shirt. In the blink of an eye, Layla snatched away my panties, leaving me bare and vulnerable. Despite having been in locker rooms countless times before, I couldn’t help but blush, my face burning crimson as she locked her eyes onto my womanhood. Yet, with a single kiss, she dissolved my insecurities, silencing my doubts.

As the more experienced one, I assumed Layla would follow my lead when it came to pleasuring me. Little did I know, she had her own agenda. Her hands roamed my body, their touch igniting thrilling sensations with every brush of her long, seductive nails. Goosebumps erupted across my flesh, and I squirmed under her gentle, tantalizing caresses. Prior to Layla, I never found long nails appealing, deeming them unwieldy. However, she possessed a certain allure that made me murmur in a desperate whisper, “I love your nails,” as she continued to tickle my sensitive regions. Whether it was her nails or her fingertips, the way she delicately brushed against my clit sent shock waves of pleasure cascading throughout my body. The sensation was exquisite, and my heightened sensitivity almost felt ticklish. In that wild moment, every instinct within me waged a passionate battleground; I yearned to kiss her, but was consumed by uncontrollable moans and relentless squirming, leaving me powerless to do as I desired.

Layla gradually made her way down, every inch of my body quivering under her lingering kisses. Finally, she nestled herself between my legs, her mischievous grin hinting at the pleasure she was about to unleash upon me. I gazed down at her, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through my veins. Already, she had proven her prowess, leaving me trembling with sensation. But now, her tongue, a weapon of pure desire, teased me relentlessly, delicately caressing my throbbing clit. Waves of pleasure surged through me, causing me to whimper uncontrollably as my eyes rolled back, lost in the rapturous sensations. Layla reveled in her own joy, her moans mirroring mine, but she didn’t stop at just my clit. Surprising me even further, she embarked on an exploratory journey, tasting and reveling in every inch of my yearning pussy. My eyes widened with both surprise and pleasure when I felt her tongue glide against the delicate space between my quivering lips and my forbidden entrance. My mind reeled at her audacity, momentarily confused by the mixture of sensations.

Suddenly, she looked up, a pouty expression adorning her face. “I want to go further,” she proclaimed, peering up at me with anticipation in her eyes…

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