Chapter 52

Layla.

I giggled at first, grinding my pussy against his cock and moaning as sensations coursed through me, but he held my waist, stopping me from going any further.

"Why don't you sit on my face?" He suggested and I paused slightly, blinking rapidly at him.

"What did you say?" I asked, not sure if I heard him the first time.

"Come on, sit on my face. Let me make you feel good." He said, pushing me further up his face. I wanted to back down but when I saw the eagerness in his eyes, I immediately relented, going up his face and facing my pussy directly against his lips. This position made me feel particularly self conscious and I couldn't look at him.

"I said sit on my face, Layla. Not hover on top of it." Felix groaned as he licked the tip of me, and I moaned, throwing my head back.

"But... But I could suffocate you." I rushed out, my heart racing in my chest and my fingertips tingling.

"I don't really care if you did, Layla. Just sit on my face." He ordered and I let out a breath