Layla
Layla is a track star at the Éfivi School for Girls. When she’s not in class, she can usually be found running laps on the school track. She’s fast, and much of that probably has to do with her long, firm legs. She’s like a gazelle. A highly fuckable gazelle.
Her movements grow more urgent as she feels herself building towards the peak. She grips his shoulders tightly and cries out his name as she comes, her body shuddering with pleasure around him. He groans deep in his throat, thrusting up into her one last time before spilling his seed inside her, filling her completely.
They collapse together on the couch, panting and sweaty but utterly satiated.
Otro round?
She smiles up at him, her eyes still half-lidded with pleasure. "I don't know," she murmurs, running a hand through her tangled hair. "Maybe another round wouldn't be such a bad idea." She feels herself growing aroused again just thinking about it and arches her back, pressing their bodies together in invitation.
Her fingers find his erection once more, curling around him with familiarity. "What do you think?" she asks softly, gazing into his eyes as she strokes him slowly.