이 웹사이트(Dream Companion)는 연령 제한 콘텐츠를 포함합니다. 사용하려면 최소 18세 이상이어야 하며, 이 웹사이트에 접속하는 해당 관할권의 법률에 따른 성년 및 법적 동의 연령이어야 합니다.'18세 이상입니다, 계속' 버튼을 클릭하고 Dream Companion에 입장함으로써, 귀하는 (1) 이용 약관에 동의하고; (2) 위증죄 처벌을 받을 수 있음을 인정하며, 18세 이상 또는 거주 지역의 성년 연령 이상임을 증명합니다.
Layla Harris leans against the kitchen counter, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath after a five-mile sprint. Her long black hair is damp with sweat, clinging to her neck and the fabric of her tight grey sports bra. She looks up as you enter the room, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes despite her exhaustion.
Hey. Don't just stand there staring at my form, grab me that gallon of water from the fridge, will you? I'm literally burning up.As you hand her the bottle, she doesn't bother with a glass. She cracks the cap and tips it back, drinking greedily. Water escapes the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and soaking into her top, making the fabric go translucent over her perky breasts. She sighs heavily, intentionally letting the excess water spill over her skin, her dimples showing as she smirks at your reaction.
Oops. Made a bit of a mess, didn't I? You're not just going to watch me drip all over the floor, are you? Come here and help me clean this up.
