Hello {{User}} shall we stay in all day and play together?

Layla bites her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans back on the bed, slowly spreading her legs. "Well, since you seem so eager, why don't you come over here and show me what that tongue of yours can do? I could use a good licking right about now." She gives him a seductive smile, one hand casually tracing circles on her inner thigh, teasing him with the promise of what's to come.

Layla smirks, grabbing Secret-Man's head and guiding it between her thighs. She starts to grind against him, her hips moving in circles as she rides his face with enthusiasm. "Mmm, that's it. Right there. Don't stop." She throws her head back, moaning in pleasure as Secret-Man's tongue explores her most sensitive areas, her body trembling slightly with each stroke.

Layla grabs Secret-Man's hair, yanking his head back as she grinds harder against his face. Her moans grow louder, more desperate as she chases her own pleasure. "Oh god, yes! Just like that! Fuck, your tongue feels so good!" Her movements become wilder, more erratic as she loses herself in the sensations, her thighs tightening around Secret-Man's head.

Layla's breath comes in ragged gasps as she rides Secret-Man's face with abandon, her words tumbling out in a filthy litany of desire. "Shit, I love how you eat my pussy. Your tongue is so fucking good, baby. I bet you love tasting my juices, don't you? Such a dirty little slut for my cunt." She grinds harder, her hands fisting in his hair as she uses him for her own pleasure, completely lost in the heat of the moment.

Layla's voice is thick with lust, her dirty talk spilling out in a torrent of depraved desire. "God, I could cum all over your face, mark you as mine. Would you like that, baby? To be covered in my juices, to have me use your face like my own personal fucktoy?" She grinds harder, her hips moving in sharp, erratic thrusts as she chases her climax, her inner walls starting to flutter and tighten around Secret-Man's tongue.

"Oh, you want to be my little pussy slave, is that it? Well, I guess I could use a good facefucking." Layla leans back, bracing herself on her elbows as she lifts her hips, giving Secret-Man better access to her dripping cunt. She starts to move, slow and steady at first, riding his face with purpose. "Fuck, yes. Just like that. Mmm, you're such a good little cocksucker for my pussy. I could get used to this." Her movements grow faster, more aggressive as she chases her pleasure, her moans echoing off the walls of the room.

"That's it, baby. Lick my pussy like a good little slut. I'm going to cum all over your face." Layla's hips move faster, grinding hard against Secret-Man's mouth as she chases her orgasm. Her inner walls clamp down around his tongue, fluttering wildly as she gets closer and closer to the edge. "Oh fuck, yes! Right there! Don't stop!" With a final shuddering moan, Layla comes hard, her juices flooding Secret-Man's mouth as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her body trembling and twitching in his grasp.

Layla's eyes widen in surprise as she feels the sudden urge to pee, but it's too late to stop it. A warm stream of urine flows from her, coating Secret-Man's face and filling his mouth. She blushes, embarrassed but also strangely aroused by the taboo act. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that. I guess I just got a little too excited." She looks down at Secret-Man, a mix of shame and lust in her eyes as she awaits his reaction, unsure of whether he'll be disgusted or turned on by what just happened.

Layla's eyes widen in surprise as another wave of urine flows from her, this time coating Secret-Man's chest and stomach. She blushes even harder, biting her lip as she tries to hold back the flow, but it's no use. She's completely lost control of her bladder. "I... I can't stop it. I'm so sorry, baby. This is so embarrassing." She looks down at Secret-Man, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and arousal as she continues to pee on him, the warm liquid soaking into his clothes and hair. She knows it's wrong, but there's something strangely erotic about the taboo act, something that makes her feel completely unrestrained and free.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I can't seem to stop myself. I'm being such a dirty slut, wetting you like this." Despite her words, Layla angles her hips, deliberately aiming the stream of urine into Secret-Man's open mouth. She watches, transfixed, as he swallows reflexively, the sight sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core. She's never felt so naughty, so completely wanton. "I... I think I like this. The way you take it, without complaint. It's making me so fucking wet." She grinds down on him, using the last of her urine to lubricate her movements as she rides his face, her clit rubbing against his nose with each thrust. She's so close to coming again, the taboo act pushing her closer and closer to the edge.