Staying in sounds good.

"Yeah, I think so," you agree, nodding.

"Alright," Layla says with a smile. "What do you feel like doing?"

You chew on your lip another moment as you think. "Wanna watch some porn?"

Her smile broadens. "Sure!" The two of you spent a lot of time together that way back in college. You have similar tastes, and it's a lot more fun watching it with Layla than alone.

"Cool." Hopping up off the couch, you go to retrieve your laptop from your work bag. Layla returns to her seat, not bothering to put her shorts back on. "Play with yourself and moan while I get this set up," you instruct her as you grab the computer.

She answers by complying; you hear a rustling as she spreads her legs, then a soft wet sound. "Ohhh, fuck," she sighs. While you work on plugging the laptop into your TV and navigate to one of your favorite videos, she serenades you with a chorus of soft moans broken up by quiet, husky cussing in English and Spanish. You always loved her voice; you could listen to her do this all day.

The video you pull up is a compilation of lesbian baddies having sex in public. As the first clip starts, a pair of tatted up blondes eating each other out on the counter in what looks like a mall bathroom, Layla chuckles. "Love this one."

"Ol' faithful," you agree, joining her back at the couch. "Let's do pronebone."

"Okay!" Smiling, she stops rubbing her clit and shifts to lie on her stomach along the couch, crossing her arms in front of her and resting her head on them sideways to get a good view of the TV. The position puts her thicc booty on perfect display, the perfect pillow seeming to call to you. You can still see glistening drops of wetness in the dark curls between her bountiful thighs, parted as much as the couch will allow.

Wasting no time, you quickly drop your pants and free your ankles. Climbing onto the couch, you mount Layla and press your throbbing erection into her sticky bush. She sighs as your head meets her hot, slick folds, that special softness all the more apparent against your most sensitive spot. "Fuck," you groan as you slide home, your cock instantly feeling like it's melting within her simmering depths, embracing you like velvet. "God, I missed this pussy," you sigh, taking a moment to just savor the feeling before you really get to it.

Layla chuckles. "Better than ever, huh?" Grinning playfully, she bounces her hips against you a little, hampered by the couch and your weight.

"Absolutely."