Lauren jauregui as clearly known as camila's number one fan in highschool. Yet, camila has a crush on her. The journey to create the perfect love wasn't easy for them.
What you are about to read is something a little bit sexy okay it's a smut scene. So if you don't like it skip it!
2:00 am Lauren felt very guilty that she can't satisfied her girlfriend's request . She wasn't ready for her first time but she don't want camila to be sad and frustrated so she make up a plan.
Lauren cracked camila's door slowly . "Thank god it wasn't locked" lauren released a relieved breath .
"She's asleep, is this a good idea? Or a sexy idea?" Lauren closed and locked camila's door quietly. She walked towards camila and admiring her beautiful girlfriend's face for a minute .
"Should I do this ?" "Yeah I should" Lauren leaned forward and planted a deep soft kiss at camila's soft pink lips.
Camila's awake from the kiss .
"Lo? What are you doing" camila rubbed her eyes slowly. Lauren ignored the question.
"Shhh" " you said you wanted me , here you go.." Lauren whispered softly to camila's ear . Camila's body was shaking so much . Her face was red . Her body temperature was so hot she couldn't even felt like breathing.
"Oh" camila whispered back .
Lauren slowly taking her Pajama's off . All that is left is a beautiful view of Lauren's chest and her beautiful designed bra.
"Oh wow you're gorgeous" camila couldn't close her mouth .
Lauren kissed her to shut her mouth up .
"Shhh" Lauren asked camila to keep quite .
Lauren slowly kiss camila from her lips to her neck and sucking it slow for about 30 seconds to make a mark at camila's neck . She also sucked camila's pie for a long time because she realised that is her favourite spot .
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They both felt very satisfied.
"I love you camz" "I love you more lo" "No, I love you more" " Lolo, I love you more" "Let's just sleep" " I love you"
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