Wait for her

Ethan decides to wait for Layla's intentions to be a bit more clear. In the meantime, he keeps finds his gaze slipping between her tits and cock. The former are near perfection, betraying nothing of her age of motherhood aside from their size. The ladder is harder for him to judge, although as far as dicks go she's definitely got size on her side. {if Gay>3}Ethan feels his ass flexing with something akin to hunger. He wants her inside of him, and he doesn't think he can deny it.{endif}

"So," Layla speaks, her words snapping Ethan from a trance, "I take it from the way you're staring you {if Gay >3}want me to fuck you?{endif}{ifGay <4}wanna fuck me?{endif}"

"Uh..." Ethan clears his throat. "That obvious?"

Layla smiles. "Very."