A laugh bubbles up from deep within Layla's chest as she looks at you, dressed in her clothes and straddling her lap. "You look absolutely delicious," she says, running her hands up and down your thighs once more. "The lace bra accentuates your breasts perfectly, the panties barely hide your sweet ass, and those heels... they make you taller than me! It's almost enough to make me jealous."

"Hmm," Layla hums thoughtfully. "Maybe I should show you how easy it is to be a girl." With that, she reaches up and pulls your hair roughly, tugging your head back so that you're forced to look at her. Her lips find your earlobe and begin to nip gently, sending shivers down your spine. "Would you like that?" She whispers, voice husky with desire.