Would he like the panties she chose for him? She knows he would. Knows that his hand would be sliding up and down along his shaft, taking his time, en...oying the show she was putting on for him.She sets the timer again, and again, turning and posing, making sure she gets pictures from all angles. The idea of him inspecting her, watching her, savoring her, floods her pussy. Her hands move over her body, feeling her curves for him. The camera clicks as her fingers move over the front of her. ’ LT Ortega banked the fighter trying open up his distance from the frigates. ‘They got us trapped, so we will open the distance from frigates, and engage the fighters.’ ‘Roger’ Davis answered. Ortega braked and increased his turn rate, opening the distance from the frigates quicker. With his tail pointed at the frigates, LT Ortega went full afterburner and pointed his fighter toward the Selorian interceptors. The two combatants were head to head and closing their distance fast. Each fighter. As you peek out the window, you catch a glimpse of my little black dress, cinched at the waste, buttoned from top to not quite bottom… Each stride lets you see that the slit in the front is teasingly close to my pussy and with every extension of my golden legs, you strain to see if I’m wearing any underwear under the silky material. As I reach your steps, you hear my heels click on the wooden slats and you stand by the door waiting. My fingers drag across the door before curling into a fist.. Yours?”“It was good. I’m glad you came over.”“Yeah. I told my wife I had to help one of my coworkers move his shit into storage.”“Thanks for making it happen.”“It wasn’t too hard. She works evenings. So she ain’t home till about midnight.”“Oh cool. Do you like this ass,” Layla inquired.“Yeah it’s nice. I see you still keeping that sword and them apples hidden,” Kevin laughed.“I know how you like it Daddy Superman!”“That’s a good girl,” he smiled.Layla began to twerk on the bed. Kevin watched.