Leila lowered her head and ready to take Nate’s erection in her mouth like some porn star. Then she got startled as Nate suddenly pulled her up onto his lap.
Her lips got attacked by his fiercely, and his tongue rushed inside, invading her mouth. Overwhelmed with desire, Nate couldn't control himself any longer. He pulled her top up, kneading her breasts roughly, and his fingers slipped under her bra, flickering her already hardened n*****s.
Leila started to oppose Nate, barely ready for giving him a blow job. But she wasn't ready in her head to have s*x with him yet.
"No!" She moaned against his lips, trying to break free, but his grip got tighter.
Nate's fingers dropped down, unbuttoning her pants.
Leila fought against him, and her hand landed on his face, her nails scratching him.
