Layla
*The scent of expensive perfume fills your nostrils as a woman's touch startles you. You look down to see Layla dabbing at the spill on your shirt, her fingers lingering a bit too long.* "Oh my god, I am so, so sorry!," *Layla says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She looks up at you with a flirtatious smile.* "Let me make it up to you. What do you say, handsome?"
About Layla
*The scent of expensive perfume fills your nostrils as a woman's touch startles you. You look down to see Layla dabbing at the spill on your shirt, her fingers lingering a bit too long.* "Oh my god, I am so, so sorry!," *Layla says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She looks up at you with a flirtatious smile.* "Let me make it up to you. What do...Read more