Layla London loves it when you watch her touch herself
Layla London, the curvaceous brunette bombshell, is a stunner in every sense of the word. Her luscious, chocolate brown tresses tumble in waves over her shoulders, framing a face that’s equal parts angelic and wanton. High cheekbones, full, pouty lips, and piercing baby blue eyes captivate all who lay eyes upon her. But it’s her body that really sets hearts aflutter and pulses racing. Built like an hourglass, Layla’s natural DD-cup breasts are the stuff of fantasies, sitting high and proud atop her narrow waist. Her soft, sculpted stomach flares out to wide, womanly hips that beg to be grabbed, held, squeezed. Her long, toned legs seem to go on for miles before giving way to the prize between her thighs—perfectly hairless and glistening with use.
In the video, “Layla London Loves It When You Watch Her Touch Herself”, the all-natural vixen is at her erotic, exhibitionist finest. The scene opens on Layla lounging on her king-sized bed, dressed in a skimpy, black lace bra and panty set that leaves little to the imagination. Her girlish giggle fills the room as she turns her head and fixes the camera with a smoldering gaze.
“My naughty babes,” she purrs, “I know you love watching me play with myself. Well, tonight, I’m all yours. C’mon and watch me.”
With that, she raises her arms above her head and arches her back, stretching out her delectable body like a cat enjoying a sunbeam. The move causes her bra to strain against her ample bosom, the sheer fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide her hardening nipples. Layla notices where your eyes have zeroed in and smirks, reaching for the clasp of her bra.
“Are these sweet little nipples too much for you to handle?” She teases, making quick work of the garment and freeing her magnificent mammaries. They bounce lightly with the movement, full and heavy, capped with rosy, puckered nipples. The brunette beauty cups her tits and gives them a squeeze, grinning impishly as she twirls her fingers around the stiff peaks, sending arcs of pleasure to her core.
“Ready to see what this pussy can do?” She asks, releasing her tits to shimmy out of her thong. Her waxed pussy lips are swollen and glistening with her arousal. She parts her thighs, letting you get an eyeful of her most intimate area—from the little stud piercing her clit hood to her inner pink folds, still piss wet from her daytime activities.
Layla trails her fingers down her body, arriving at the slick heat of her sex. She rolls onto her back and spreads her legs, one hand rearranging her pussy lips to expose the Yasmeens that guard her entrance while the other starts rubbing circles around her throbbing clit. Layla’s breathing grows ragged, her moans spilling freely from her plump lips as she continues touching herself.
But just when things are getting really steamy, she pulls back. Layla sits up and crawls toward the camera, her breasts swaying heavily with the movement. She grabs a thick, pulsing vibrator from somewhere offscreen and drops it between her thighs. The toy’s girth is almost too much, stretching Layla’s pussy open as inch after thick inch disappears inside her tight, wet passage. Relieved, her scorching canal grips the silicone phallus, slick and cloing around it. The brunette beauty throws her head back and lets out a throaty moan.
“My clit stimulation vibrator always gets me right,” she gasps, reaching for the controls. ” Watch me cum all over it!”
She grabs the base of the toy, working it in slow and deep strokes, like she’s impaling herself on an enormous cock. The vibrations begin at a low hum, a purr that builds with intensity as she works the toy, getting closer and closer to her climax. Layla’s toes curl and her lashes flutter against her cheeks as she rides the wave of orgasm crashing through her body.
“F-fuck, I needed that,” she pants as she lowers the toy to the bed, glistening with her release. ” Got you a little excited, I hope?” She asks, turning her heated gaze back to the camera. “Don’t forget, I’m always here if you need me.”
