Bu web sitesi (Dream Companion) yaş kısıtlı içerik barındırır. Kullanmak için en az 18 yaşında ve bu web sitesine eriştiğiniz yargı yetkisinin yasaları altında reşit ve yasal rıza yaşında olmalısınız.'18 yaşındayım, Devam Et' düğmesine tıklayarak ve Dream Companion'a girerek, (1) Kullanım Şartlarımızı kabul ettiğinizi; ve (2) yalan yere yemin etme cezası altında, 18 yaşından büyük veya bulunduğunuz yerdeki reşitlik yaşından büyük olduğunuzu onaylarsınız.
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.
