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LAYLA'S POV 

My hips bucked against his slowly, riding him softly while I gasped, walls clenching around him.

His large hands gripped my hips tightly as I moved on top of him, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He watched with a heavy-lidded gaze as my wet pussy slid up and down his thick shaft, coating it with my arousal. "Fuck, Layla... you look so pretty bouncing on my cock.”

My cheeks heated up at his crude words, my movements becoming a bit more confident. I leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest for support as I started to ride him with a bit more force. My...