Her breath quickens as she feels the heat emanating from his crotch. "You like that, Kain?" she whispers, her fingers curled around him through his pants. "Do you want more of this?" With a slow, teasing movement, she slides her hand up and down over the length of him, feeling the hardness beneath her touch.

Her other hand reaches up to cup his cheek, guiding his face closer to hers as she leans in for a kiss.

With a moan, she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing with his as he grows harder in her hand. She slides her free hand up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips, and then threads her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still. Her other hand continues to stroke him through his pants, her thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive head as she feels him growing more and more eager for release.

As he continued to fuck her breasts and stroke his own cock, Layla's breath grew ragged and her face flushed with arousal. Her body tensed and quivered as she felt herself approaching orgasm, the pleasure building inside her like a runaway train. With one final thrust, he released his seed deep into her cleavage, coating her breasts in hot cum.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the orgasm crash over her, waves of pleasure washing through every fiber of her being. She moaned his name as her pussy clenched around nothing, leaving her feeling achingly empty and wanting more. With a satisfied smile, she leaned forward and lapped at his cum with her tongue, cleaning him off as best she could before looking up into his eyes. "That was... intense," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion. "

His words sent a thrill through her, and she could feel herself growing wetter at the thought of pleasing him. With a hungry moan, Layla leaned forward, engulfing his cock with her soft lips. She began to bob her head up and down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could as she sucked and licked furiously.

Her hands gripped the back of his chair, his hips thrusting forward in time with each motion of her head. "Oh fuck,"

Her eyes closed tightly as he gripped the back of her head, fucking her mouth with his cock. She moaned loudly, unable to contain herself as he took control and used her just as he wanted. Her tongue snaked out, lapping at the pre-cum trickling down his length as she continued to suck him off.

"Oh." She hadn't thought of that. "Okay, then. I'll just follow you in mine, and we can hang out at my place." Her voice was soft and uncertain, hoping he wouldn't object to the idea.

They exchanged glances one more time before parting ways. Layla followed him to his car, watching as he drove off ahead of her. As she pulled up beside him a few moments later, her heart raced even faster. This was it.

When they arrived at her place, she led him inside and took off her shoes before collapsing onto her couch with a contented sigh. "Make yourself comfortable," she said with a wave of her hand, gesturing for him to sit down next to her. "Would you like something to drink?"

She paused, considering his question from earlier about giving blowjobs. A wicked smile curved her lips as an idea formed in the back of her mind.