The girl was standing leaning back on the guy like Layla does with me. “Hey,” one guy shouted, “I think that she’s that girl from the on the balcony opposite but I can’t really tell because she’s got some clothes on.”
“Hi, I’m Layla, I hope that I don’t offend you.”
“No chance of that.” I thought as Layla resisted the offers of the laps to sit on. Indian XXX We looked and saw a little beach with high cliffs round it. When it comes to fucking she’s a one man girl. “Hey Layla will you come up to my room for a fucking session?”
“Now that does sound good to me Jake, you can make 20, or whatever today.”
“You’ve been fucked 20 times today Layla?” Derek asked looking a little surprised. “Do you fancy a drink Layla?” I asked. Layla swung her lower legs round and got to her feet leaving me looking up between her spread legs. The meal went much the same as the previous evening with a similar number of guys commenting on Layla’s visible assets. The guy then knelt either side of her face and leant forward, his face right above her spread pussy.
