Chapter 6

Basil

Today's the day of the party. I'm wearing a black tux with black Italian loafers. A gold ring sits on my pinkie with my family's insignia on it. Layla's in the closet putting on the dress I picked out for her. A long form fitting silver dress with a slit on the side and red toeless heels. She comes out the closet her hair done in a half up half down do. Her figure in this dress is voluptuous, my cock hardens instantly. She looks down and sees the bulge in my pants and shakes her head.

"Basil, get your mind out the gutter." I tug her close to my chest, kissing her soft delectable lips. My hands wander down to her plump derrière squeezing a handful. She moans into my mouth, grinding my cock against her.

"We better stop or we won't make it out of here." She said breathlessly.

"Fuck it, bend over the bed." I demanded, her eyes widen in lust, she does as I say.

Pulling her dress up I rip her panties off of her, placing my fingers at her entrance I find that she's already wet.

"Hmm,