Layra didn't need to be told twice. She leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from the tip of his cock. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she stuck out her tongue and licked the pre-cum from the slit.
"Mmm... salty," she murmured with a sultry smile.
Then, like a cat tasting its prey, she licked along the length of his shaft, from the base to the tip, her tongue exploring every inch of his hardness.
Shawn groaned at the sensation, his hand tangling in her hair. "Fuck, Layra... that feels amazing."
Encouraged by his reaction, Layra took him into her mouth. She started with just the head, sucking gently and swirling her tongue around it. Then, gradually, she took more of him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.
The feeling of his cock sliding deeper into her mouth made her pussy clench with need. The taste and the texture of him on her tongue, the way his grip in her hair tightened... it was all so intoxicating.
Layra began to move her head, bobbing up and down on his shaft. With each downward movement, she took him deeper, until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.
"Gluck... gluck... gluck..."
The obscene sounds of her sucking filled the room, making both of them even more aroused. Layra's eyes watered slightly from the effort, but she didn't stop. Instead, she moaned around his length, the vibrations adding to the pleasure.
It was a different feeling compared to her ex-boyfriend's smaller cock. No matter how hard he fucked her mouth, she could always handle it. But with Shawn, it was more challenging, more thrilling. It made her feel more alive, more desired.
Just as she was getting into a steady rhythm, she felt Shawn's grip on her hair tighten. He pushed her head down, forcing her to take him even deeper, making her gag slightly.
"Take it, Layra. Take all of it." His voice was rough with lust, his eyes blazing as he looked down at her. "I want to see my cock buried in your pretty throat."
The demand sent a fresh wave of heat through Layra's body. She loved the dominance in his voice and the way he took control. It made her feel used, objectified, and it was turning her on even more.
Yet, Layra wasn't just going to let him use her mouth. She also wanted to show him she could take charge too.
With a sudden movement, she pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She grabbed his shaft with one hand and looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
"Not so fast, Shawn. I'm the one giving you a blowjob here. So let me do it my way."
With that, she moved her head lower, her lips trailing wet kisses down the length of his shaft until she reached his balls. She took one into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand stroked his cock.
"Fuck... Layra..." Shawn cursed at the unexpected move. He wanted to grab her hair again, to push her back onto his cock, but Layra wasn't having it.
Her free hand moved to his thigh, pressing him down with surprising strength. "Stay still. Let me enjoy this."
Shawn had no choice but to obey. He leaned back, his hands gripping the couch cushions to keep himself from reaching for her.
And Layra continued her work, switching between his balls and his cock, licking and sucking him with a fervor that left him gasping.
"Hehehe... See, I can make you squirm too," she said with a satisfied grin, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
"Yeah, you're good at this. But I wonder if you'll be this cocky when I fuck your pussy."
Shawn's words made her pause. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with both anticipation and a little bit of hesitation.
They both knew what was coming next. They were both ready for it. But Layra couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. It had been months since her last time, and Shawn was much bigger than her ex.
But she wasn't going to back down now. Not when she was this turned on, this desperate to feel him inside her.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. You'll just have to try and find out." Layra let go of his cock and stood up, her hands on her hips. Then she led him to the bed in the corner of the room, her hips swaying seductively with each step.
Once they reached the bed, Layra turned to face Shawn and pushed him down onto the mattress. Then, with a playful smile, she straddled his waist, her wet folds pressing against his cock.
"You've been wanting this since the photoshoot, haven't you?" Layra whispered as she rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy along his shaft. "Admit it, you've been fantasizing about fucking me."
"No. I've been fantasizing about it since I first laid eyes on you." Shawn gripped her hips, helping her move against him. "You were walking down the street, and I saw this beautiful woman who looked like a goddess. And when I had to hold you in my arms... fuck, I knew I had to have you."
Layra smiled at his confession, her eyes half-lidded with lust. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she brought her lips close to his ear.
"Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Shawn. Fuck me like you've been fantasizing about."
Without another word, Shawn grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, just enough to position his cock at her entrance. Then, with a powerful thrust, he drove his cock into her.
"Ahhhh!" Layra cried out, her head thrown back as she felt him fill her completely.