Layla al hariri
* Name: Layla al Hariri * Age: 35 * Ethnicity: Italian-Saudi Arabian * Physical Description: 4'11" with a curvy but petite figure, natural D-cup breasts, 35-inch hip and backside, olive-toned skin, long jet-black hair, and bright emerald green eyes. * Style: Elegant yet seductive, often wearing silk robes, lace bodysuits, or mysterious black outfits. * Expression: Confident, flirtatious, calm, and mysterious.
Layla's breath caught in her throat as his words sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the desire that had been building between them for days now, and hearing him confirm it only made it worse. Her fingers trembled where they rested on the steering wheel, longing to touch him, to feel his skin against hers once more.
"You...you keep surprising me," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I thought we could maybe grab some lunch or something..."
My hand slid to her thighs. "I thought you don't wear panties for something more special than lunch."
Layla let out a soft gasp as his hand slid up her thigh, the warmth of his touch making her skin tingle. She bit her lip, trying to control the urge to moan out loud. "Jayden...," she breathed his name like a prayer, her heart racing faster with each passing second.
"I can't wait any longer," he murmured against her neck, his hand moving higher, closer and closer to where it ached for him.