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Reader's Name: Layla. Starring: Allen Iverson.
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She pulled into her driveway and unlocked the door to her abode, Layla couldn't shake off the weariness that had settled into her bones. She shut the door behind her and took a deep breath, grateful to be back in the comfort of her own home.
Layla was completely drained after toiling away at the office day in and day out. It was beyond comprehension that her colleagues expected her to put in extra hours even on weekends just to line their pockets.
As Martin commanded everyone to vacate his apartment on the television, Allen's girlfriend couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. Their gazes locked and they exchanged playful smiles.
After kicking off her black heels and hanging her coat on the rack, she sauntered over to him. Her curly locks bounced with each step, and she gave him a sweet peck on the lips.
"Hey there, baby How was your day at work?" Allen inquired.
"Exhausting, my boss made me stack her files, get her food from the long-ass line in Mcdonald's and get her Pepito Bismol from stinky ass diarrhea in the bathroom.." Layla trailed off, crossing her arms in frustration.
"I could use some ibuprofen to ease my stress," grumbled Layla, her lips pouting out in frustration.
Allen flashed a mischievous grin and offered, "Why settle for ibuprofen when I could be your personal remedy for that little headache, baby?"
"Hmm, it seems like my headache is returning. I could really use your help," Layla purred, her gaze laced with seduction.
"Allow me to escort you to the bedroom, baby," he replied, extending his hand. She eagerly grasped it, and they made their way to the bedroom.
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Layla's back was bare against the plush green couch cushions, as he nestled himself between her legs. Gripping her thighs firmly, he flicked his tongue in a steady rhythm against her clit, causing her to cry out. He knelt on the carpet, greedily lapping at her slick folds. She moaned his name, "Allen...oh god," as he continued to kiss her folds. Her body arched off the couch, as his fingers traced the contours of her folds. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around his head, grinding her hips forward.
As her nails dug into the cushion, Allen's finger moved in a circular motion over her clit, causing her to tremble as he eagerly licked and sucked up her essence. "Mmmm," Allen hummed, his tongue lapping up her juices with ease, "Oh my..." Layla slurred, leaving a sticky mess on his face and the cushions beneath her. The vibrations sent her over the edge, evoking a soft whimper from her lips.
"Ohhh fuck." Layla mewled, urging him to go further inside her, relishing in the taste of her sweet essence that had seeped through the cushions beneath her. "There you go," he whispered, She tightened around his fingers, utterly spent with used-up passion.
With a final scream and her muscles convulsing, she cried out his name. Her release was so intense that she creamed on his fingers and face, and he watched as she slowly came down from her high. She slouched on the couch, panting and gasping for breath, while he crawled up beside her, his own body tingling with desire.
"If you ever have another exhausting day, don't hesitate to tell me, okay baby?" he whispered, moistening his lips.
She dozed off peacefully, grinning and humming contentedly as he tucked her in and joined her on the bed. He planted gentle kisses on her temple before snuggling up to her, his arm encircling her form, drawing her closer to his chest. He closed his eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.
