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Layla scoffed, “it’s not supposed to be hot when I’m yelling at you.” She insisted “but now that you mentioned it, I kind of want to take all this anger out differently I think.” The Brit smirked as her hands slid inside his shirt sliding upward as she pulled herself closer by the hold on his sides, bringing her lips in close to his she whispered “by the way brooks, I’m beautiful, exquisite even please don’t belittle me with hot again, no matter how excited I make you.” She spoke before pressing her lips to his hungrily.
Phil sometimes couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth. Sometimes he didn’t have a filter between the thoughts in his head and the words that slipped from his mouth. When Layla captured his lips, he instantly went to grab her waist so that he could pull her close. He coaxed her tongue by running his along her lips - pushing his into her mouth to further kiss the hell out of his girlfriend. Phil’s hands moved to her ass and he groped her before spanking her. “Fuck. I’m about to bend you over the island and fuck you right here,” he said when their lips separated as he took a quick glance at the piece that stood alone in the center of the kitchen.
