Layla part 3
She got silent, washed herself, washed me. I couldnt bring myself to say a word. She was in control and her sexuality made me powerles. Layla wrapped a towel around herself, threw one to me and smiled. ' Dont worry now.. follow boy. '
She walked over to what appeared to be her bedroom. Her towel barely covering that perfect ass as she walked in front of me. Layla opened a cabinet beside her bed. The room wasnt to big, a closet, walls covered in greyish stonelike wallpaper, a large bed covered in red sheets and two cabinets beside it, a small chair and a mirror. Layla had taken out some candles and lit them, a sweet smell filled the room. Strawberry, cherries?
'Sit down, close your eyes"
I sat down on the bed. 'No, she said, did I tell you to get on the bed!?'
As I sat down on the chair Layla took my towel and wrapped it in front of my eyes. 'Only act when told'
There was some noise, the sound of that beautiful creature getting on the bed, her skin on those sheets, I could even smell her despite the cherry scented candles. I heard her hands move over her body, a slight moan as she must be playing with her breasts. A nail hitting metal, her piercings? Oh god I want to suck those tits. Every fiber in my body wanted to remove the restrained blocking my vision.. but i'd already failed her once..
A click of something plastic, like opening a tube. Some lights splashing sounds.. oil, water, lube perhaps? I could only guess. Again those hands moving, touching herself. Her breathing got slightly deeper and a sigh of relief filled the room. A new sensation for the ears, as I heared her pussy being filled up. She must be soaking wet, het puasyjuice must be gushing out.
Laylas breathing heavier.
The splashing got faster, the moans louder and suddenly the bed shook. It seemed to last quite a while before the room got silent and Layla catched her breath again.
It took some seconds before my eyes adjusted. She was standing in front of me, holding a big pink dildo. 'Suck it' it tasted like her.. how could this monster fit in my mouth.. I gagged as she forced it in. ' Be a good boy and clean my toys'
Toys?
Layla stroked her nipple, took her dildo out of my mouth, turned around and bent over. The was a shining pink diamond sticking out of her asshole. Bit by bit she pulled it out, a silver buttplug, and then put it in my mouth. My erection seemed even harder than it was in the shower, precum sliding down the shaft.
Layla flicked her finger against the tip. 'Still my turn..'
She walked over to what appeared to be her bedroom. Her towel barely covering that perfect ass as she walked in front of me. Layla opened a cabinet beside her bed. The room wasnt to big, a closet, walls covered in greyish stonelike wallpaper, a large bed covered in red sheets and two cabinets beside it, a small chair and a mirror. Layla had taken out some candles and lit them, a sweet smell filled the room. Strawberry, cherries?
'Sit down, close your eyes"
I sat down on the bed. 'No, she said, did I tell you to get on the bed!?'
As I sat down on the chair Layla took my towel and wrapped it in front of my eyes. 'Only act when told'
There was some noise, the sound of that beautiful creature getting on the bed, her skin on those sheets, I could even smell her despite the cherry scented candles. I heard her hands move over her body, a slight moan as she must be playing with her breasts. A nail hitting metal, her piercings? Oh god I want to suck those tits. Every fiber in my body wanted to remove the restrained blocking my vision.. but i'd already failed her once..
A click of something plastic, like opening a tube. Some lights splashing sounds.. oil, water, lube perhaps? I could only guess. Again those hands moving, touching herself. Her breathing got slightly deeper and a sigh of relief filled the room. A new sensation for the ears, as I heared her pussy being filled up. She must be soaking wet, het puasyjuice must be gushing out.
Laylas breathing heavier.
The splashing got faster, the moans louder and suddenly the bed shook. It seemed to last quite a while before the room got silent and Layla catched her breath again.
It took some seconds before my eyes adjusted. She was standing in front of me, holding a big pink dildo. 'Suck it' it tasted like her.. how could this monster fit in my mouth.. I gagged as she forced it in. ' Be a good boy and clean my toys'
Toys?
Layla stroked her nipple, took her dildo out of my mouth, turned around and bent over. The was a shining pink diamond sticking out of her asshole. Bit by bit she pulled it out, a silver buttplug, and then put it in my mouth. My erection seemed even harder than it was in the shower, precum sliding down the shaft.
Layla flicked her finger against the tip. 'Still my turn..'
7 years ago