Dream of Sin

Layla sits on a bed of satin, red sheets the same as her house.

Naked, exposed, she looks over, her blue eyes gleaming in impossible light.

“Ethan,” she lifts a hand, cupping out of her perfectly shaped tits. “I need you, Ethan.”

Groping herself, the honey-blonde woman gasps, her thick lips quivering. “I need you so bad…”

Leaning back, she strikes an inviting pose, her thick legs parting. “Come over here and…”