Happy Birthday, Layla

Fingers curled into the satin sheets that laid crinkled underneath the two bodies tangled in a passionate embrace, pouty and bruise kissed lips parting to release a cacophony of moans eliciting a visceral response from the taut and muscular figure towering over the curvaceous and toned body of Layla Silver. Face slick with sweat, cheeks hot as ciders and kissed red by the sun, her hips eagerly rolled up and off the scorching mattress to draw Robby's engorged and throbbing member deeper inside, walls clenching around him and milking him for all he's worth.

"More," A pleading sob, bottom lip being drawn between sharp porcelain canines as his thrusts pressed into the deepest corners of her. "Oh God, more, Robby." The moans being drawn from her pliant lips were melodious, sinking into his subconscious as roughly calloused fingers dug into the supple skin of her thighs, legs spread to expose all of her. 

Robby couldn't wipe the smirk of satisfaction that permeated his mouth, drawing his lips across the mound of her pouty breasts. His tongue laved the supple flesh of her pebbled nipple as hips drilled into the depths of her, pressing against the spot that made her tremble with ecstacy as Layla's back arched and lithe fingers dug into the muscles steeped in sleek sweat, leaving burning red marks across the corded back. Feeling the tightening of her walls around his throbbing erection jerked his hips upwards, breasts bouncing with each erratic thrust. 

A hoarse growl tumbled from his mouth, dark eyes glazed over with unbridled pleasure as legs trembled, Layla reaching the peak of her orgasm. Robby fell in tandem with her, hot seed seeping deep inside of her and painting her walls white as sweat beaded down his brow as he struggled to catch his breath, holding Layla flush to him to ride out her orgasm. 

"Happy birthday, Layla."